Date: Tue, 1 Mar 2016 19:49:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Doug B <dougtfs@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transforming Boyfriends: The TF Drugstore

Transforming Boyfriends: The TF Drugstore
By Douglas Benjamin

Slowly, carefully, John unzipped his fly and slid two fingers between the
teeth of the zipper to rub the sides of his soft cock. He never wore
underwear to work.

His eyes darted around, and he rubbed his other hand through his messy
brown hair, hoping to look nonchalant. As the night manager of the local
corner drugstore, he was able to position himself behind the checkout
counter, candy boxes and the register obscuring anyone's view of what he
was doing with his hands. Of course, nobody came in after midnight. That's
why he liked to jerk off, to help pass the time.

And fortunately, he had Rob there to keep him entertained. Rob was the new
late-shift stockboy, and he was beautiful. He was a college kid, about ten
years younger than John, and he was friendly, relaxed, and a little dumb.
Exactly John's type, which was why John turned red and stammered and
nervous every time he spoke to Rob. As a result, he usually told Rob to
stock shelves on the opposite end of the store so he could just watch him
in the mirrors and closed-circuit TV.

As John pressed his fingers along his hardening dick, he stared unblinking
at Rob, way down at the other end of the aisle in front of him. Rob hefted
one box of detergent after another onto the shelf, listening to music that
was way too loud on his earbuds. Rob was thin, wearing old jeans that kept
slipping down a bit to expose his threadbare boxers each time he bent over.

With each little glimpse of the top of Rob's butt crack, John felt his dick
twitch and stiffen just a bit more.

"Yeah," John whispered.

Rob glanced back at him, and John broke his stare, glanced away, and then
couldn't resist darting his eyes back at Rob's handsome face to see if he
was still looking.

He was.

John smiled, awkwardly, then looked quickly away. He didn't want Rob to
know he liked to stare, but beneath the counter, he kept stroking his
cock. When John looked back up at Rob, he'd resumed picking boxes of
detergent and pushing them onto the shelf, his thin young arms straining
with the weight.

John flicked open the top button of his pants and reached his whole hand
down. His dick was fully erect now, and he grasped it and started to
pump. This is how it went pretty much every night: no customers, Rob
stocking shelves, John bored and jacking off behind the counter where
nobody could see. He wished something would happen to break the routine.

There was a sharp jingle from the bell on the front door and John jumped in
surprise, nearly standing up before he realized that might expose him.
Instead, he leaned forward and craned his neck toward the door to see who
had come in.

It was a short man, probably just under five feet tall, but that wasn't
what was most unusual about him. The customer stood in the entrance of the
convenience store for a moment, looking around. He had large bunny ears
standing up above his head, white and fuzzy. They were definitely not a
costume; they twitched and swiveled as the man looked around. He was
wearing absurdly baggy clothes, like he'd dressed in someone else's
wardrobe.

Or maybe he'd been transformed. John had heard that there was a new
transformation master in town, offering classes in animal TFs. Maybe this
guy was a student, coming back from a late-night class where he'd been
turned halfway into a rabbit and shrunk a bit. He was a cute fellow, John
thought, and gave his dick one more tug as the customer turned and headed
toward the counter.

"Hi," said the man. He was pale, mid-20s, with a shy look on his face. "I'm
looking for condoms," he said in a voice that was quiet and high-pitched.

"Oh sure," said John. He wondered if the man's voice used to be deeper
before he was shrunk — if he was in fact shrunken. "I keep `em behind
the counter. Any particular kind?"

"Um, whatever," said the man. John reached over with the hand that he'd
been using to jerk off and grabbed the closest box. Out of the corner of
his eye, he could see that Rob had stopped stocking the shelves and was
staring at the rabbit man.

"Anything else?" said John.

"Nope," said the rabbit man. He picked up the box of condoms on the
counter, then hesitated. His nose twitched, like he was sniffing something,
and he looked a little confused.

"Haven't seen you around," John said as he rang up the box.

"Oh, I just moved," said the rabbit man, moving the box a little closer to
his face and smelling it. "My name's Lyle." He sniffed the box more
closely. "Are you..."

"I'm John," said John. "It'll be $9.99."

"Are you jerking off?" said Lyle.

That startled John. There was no way this short guy could see his dick
poking out of his pants behind the counter.

"Whoa, what?" said John.

"I can smell it," said Lyle.

"Ah," John said, starting to blush. He was glad Rob was out of earshot, far
down the aisle, though he was still staring. "Um, sometimes, I, uh, have to
pass the time during the night shift."

Lyle smirked. "Nice," he said. "Not a bad job if you can just jerk off all
night."

John smiled back. "Can't complain," he said. "We've got a back room. I
wouldn't mind some company from a new neighbor now and then."

Lyle leaned forward on the counter. "Is that right?" he said. "You like
short guys?"

"I like all types," said John. "But I prefer short. Cute. Never fooled
around with a bunny man before, though."

Now it was Lyle who looked surprised. "Wait, bunny man?" he said. "How
could you tell?"

John laughed. "Well, you've got those ears."

Lyle felt the sides of his head, a look of alarm on his face. "Oh shit," he
said. "They're back."

"Did you not know?" asked John.

"No," said Lyle, looking uncomfortable. He rubbed his ears up and
down. "Fuck. I must look ridiculous."

"You look cute," said John. "Can I pet them?" Not waiting for an answer, he
reached out and rubbed one of Lyle's ears up and down. Lyle blushed, and
the ears drooped a bit, but John held it firm in his hand as he petted the
fur.

"What a cute little bunny," said John.

"Shit, that feels good," Lyle murmured, closing his eyes. John scratched
behind the other ear, and Lyle sighed contentedly. One of his feet started
drumming on the floor.

"I never fucked a little guy like you before," said John. "But I'd like to
try, once I can get rid of the stockboy." He glanced up at Rob, who was
clearly interested but trying not to stare. "Rob, uh," John stammered, "how
many pallets did we get this week?"

"I can go count," Rob called back, turning to walk awkwardly towards the
back of the store. That should buy them fifteen minutes or so, John
figured. Rob always messed up his counts and had to do them a couple of
times.

Every few steps, Rob turned back to glance at John and Lyle, until finally
he pushed through a swinging door by the cough medicine and was gone.

"Come back behind the counter," John said, pointing the way. Lyle scrambled
around the corner, emerging behind the counter, and timidly approached the
chair where John was sitting. His gaze was locked on John's stiff cock
sticking out from his pants.

"Can I...?" Lyle asked, leaning his face down.

"Suck it, bunny," said John. Lyle immediately opened wide and took John's
dick in his mouth, leaning forward as his ears bobbed above his head. He
was good at this, John realized. Lyle swirled his tongue around the dick
and he sucked, coaxing a thin stream of pre-come from John's cock.

John reached out and rubbed the top of Lyle's head, scratching behind the
ears. "Nice bunny," he murmured. "Get a good taste for it. Then I'm going
to fuck your tight little ass."

"Mm hmm," Lyle hummed. He wiggled his butt back and forth, holding himself
up with his hands on John's knees. John gazed down at Lyle's butt, and
watched as Lyle's shimmying caused his pants to slowly drop, exposing baggy
briefs.

"Did you shrink, little bunny?" asked John. "Is that why your clothes are
too big?"

"Mm hmm," Lyle hummed again, nodding his head up and down as he sucked.

"Then take them off," John ordered.

Lyle looked up, pulling his mouth from John's dick. His eyes were wide.

"But ... won't some one see me?" he asked, glancing back to the entrance of
the store.

"Not if you keep your head down," said John. He tugged at Lyle's shirt by
the shoulder. "Off."

"I don't wanna get caught," Lyle whined.

"OFF," John commanded, more loudly. He pulled on Lyle's shirt until the
little bunny man had no choice but to wriggle a bit and let the cloth slide
over his head.

Next he kicked off his oversized shoes, then pulled off his pants and
socks. John smiled at Lyle's his thin little torso: twinkish, small, with
white whisps of hair in the armpits. Or was it fur?

John reached out and grabbed the waistband of Lyle's underwear, running his
finger around the edge, then yanked it down to expose Lyle's dick. It was
startlingly large for a little man, thick and uncut. Lyle's pubes were
white and soft, and John felt a dizzying horniness that he'd never
experienced before. He could smell a sexy musk on this bunny man's body, a
hot sweaty scent emanating from the big cock that he had to have more of.

John reached out and pulled Lyle closer, slipping down from his chair onto
his knees on the floor. He pressed his nose against Lyle's dick, inhaling
the scent, and then opened wide and took the little man's dick into his
mouth. It was sweet and hard, delicious, with just a droplet of pre-come
that tasted like nectar. John sucked harder, and lifted his hands to hold
Lyle's hips. He squeezed the little man's ass cheeks.

"Ah!" Lyle exclaimed. "Wait! Stop!"

But John couldn't stop. He licked around Lyle's dick, massaging it with his
tongue and his lips. Under his fingers, he felt a prickling, a fuzziness,
like Lyle's butt was suddenly growing hairier. Furrier.

"You gotta stop," Lyle begged, "or I'm gonna change more!"

There was no way John could stop. This dick was too hypnotic. He couldn't
take his mouth off of it. And Lyle evidently was caught up in the feeling
as well, because he began bucking his hips into John's mouth. The prickling
increased, the fur growing thicker across Lyle's ass, and John felt a nub
emerge just above Lyle's cheeks.

"Shit, a tail," said Lyle, eyes closed, thrusting in ecstasy. "I'm getting
a bunny tail."

John fingered the little furry nub, tugging it slightly and feeling it
magically grow under his fingers. He tickled it as it swelled, fur
materializing and growing bushy and fat.

"Gonna come," Lyle gasped, and there was no more warning as his dick jerked
and then shot a load down John's throat. John eagerly swallowed the sweet
liquid, gulping it down as fast as Lyle could shoot.

"Ah fuck!" Lyle exclaimed, reaching around to feel his new tail. He stepped
back, pulling his dick from John's mouth. John's head swam, and he climbed
back into his chair. His mind began to clear.

"Whoa," he breathed. "Sorry, man, I dunno what came over me."

Lyle was standing there naked, squeezing the tail. "It's not your fault,"
he said. "It's this bunny spell. It makes me super horny. And it makes guys
around me super horny."

"I still wanna fuck you," John admitted, rubbing his dick.

"But every time I fool around, I become more of a bunny," Lyle said. "You
have to help me. I can't let myself turn all the way. I gotta find a way to
turn back. My friend said he could reverse it, but I guess his reversal
spell was only temporary."

"We've got a spell suppressant in the pharmacy," said John. "I could unlock
it for you."

"Oh God yes," begged Lyle, "please. I can't become a full rabbit."

"Sure," said John. "If you suck me off first."

"But I..." Lyle began, but his gaze grew woozy as he stared at John's cock.

John leaned back in his chair. "Come and get it, bunny," he said, running
his hand along the length of his dick. He caught a droplet of pre-come on
one finger, then held the finger up toward Lyle. Lyle sniffed at it, his
mouth opened, and his tongue drooped out.

"I can't... I can't turn ... fuck, I want it," Lyle panted. He swayed
closer to John's outstretched finger, tongue reaching.

"You want it?" John asked. "It's right here."

"No, but I shouldn't," Lyle moaned, looking distraught. His dick was hard
again, and he started stroking it automatically.

John smiled at that, and reached forward with his finger, still wet with
the drop of pre-come. He pushed it into Lyle's mouth, and Lyle didn't
resist, closing his eyes to suck hard on John's finger. "Mmmf," Lyle
muttered, jacking faster. Whiskers began to sprout across his cheeks.

"Get down," John ordered, withdrawing his hand. "Suck me off."

"Yes," said Lyle, instantly getting down on all fours and swallowing John's
dick in his mouth. It was just in the nick of time, too — at that
moment, Rob came out of the back room and peeked his head around the
corner. Lyle was just barely obscured by the counter. To be safe, John put
his hands down on Lyle's head, pinning him in place and holding his long
floppy bunny ears down.

"I finished counting the pallets, boss," called Rob.

"Uh huh," John said. He was having trouble forming words. Fuck, this bunny
boy gave a good blow job. His mind was getting foggy and dumb.

"Did you want me to keep stocking?" asked Rob from across the store.

John thought about Rob's ass showing every time he bent over. "Uh, yeah,"
he said, and Rob started walking toward him down the aisle. "Fuck! No. I
mean, no, Rob," said John. "Get back and, uh, fuck. Um." Lyle was going
faster and faster, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around John's dick.

"What?" said Rob. "Where'd that rabbit guy go?"

"Go back into the back and get next week's shipment ready," said John. He
had never spoken so directly to Rob, but Lyle's blowjob had made his mind
too stupid to feel nervous.

"Okay," said Rob. He started to turn, then looked back. "Did you need
anything else?"

"Um. Let me think," said John. Just at that moment, Lyle gave him one last
long suck, and also stuck a little finger up against John's taint. Without
warning, he started to come, right there as Rob was staring at him. John
tried to look calm and thoughtful, but it was hard — he was coming
harder than he ever had, and all he could do was stare straight down the
aisle into Rob's face as jet after jet after jet of semen shot down Lyle's
throat.

"Oh man," John panted. His whole body tingled and he wondered how he must
look to Rob at that moment. "Good ... good ... that'll be good." Even as
the last few drops of come drained from him, he was overcome with the urge
to leap over the counter, charge down the aisle, grab Rob and yank off his
pants so he could sit on the stockboy's dick.

Fortunately Rob turned and walked back through the employees-only door,
disappearing once again into the back, and John could finally exhale and
look down at Lyle.

The bunny man was now completely covered in soft white fur, and he'd lost a
few more inches of height. His feet looked comically large and floppy, and
he'd grown thick strong thighs for jumping.

Lyle licked his lips and shook his head. "Geez, dude," he said. "That was a
big meal." He gave John's dick one more lick and John shuddered with
pleasure. He was still rock-hard.

"Come on, bunny," said John, standing up and pushing his dick sideways into
his pants. It jutted to the side obscenely. "Let's unlock that reversal
spray before you change any more."

Lyle looked down at his body and yelped in surprise. "Fuck! I'm going full
bunny so fast," he said. He stood up, and realized for the first time just
how much shorter he'd gotten. His eyes barely came up to John's
chest. "Please hurry, man," he said. "Last time I changed so much I lost my
voice. Nearly forgot I ever used to be human."

"Come on," said John, grabbing Lyle by the wrist and leading him out from
behind the counter.

"Wait, can I just get dressed?" said Lyle, looking around in fear. His big
fat dick bobbed up and down in front of him as they marched down an aisle.

"No, you can't," said John. "I like you naked." He glanced back at the
little bunny man in tow, smiling as Lyle reached down and tried to cover
his dick with his hand.

"Help," Lyle whimpered.

Finally they reached the end of the aisle, and a row of spray bottles
locked in a clear box on the top shelf. John unlocked the box and pulled
out one of the sprays to read it. "Label's mostly in Russian," he
said. "But it says `reversal and transference.' Is that what you need?" He
looked down at Lyle, realizing that the bunny man was now too short to even
reach the top shelf.

"I think so," said Lyle. "I don't know about transference. But we gotta do
something quick before I keep changing. I still feel so horny... just need
to... uh..." he knelt down and started nuzzling John's crotch with his
face.

"Hmm," said John. He rummaged around in the box, looking for any other
bottles. That was the only kind they had. "Well, let's give it a try," he
said, looking back down at Lyle. He was surprised to see that Lyle was now
on all fours on the ground. His legs — his hind legs, John realized —
had bent a bit, now shaped so that they could support him on all fours.

"Hurry up!" said Lyle. "I can't stand up anymore!" His hind legs bulged
with muscle, perfect for scampering and hopping.

John unscrewed the cap and aimed the nozzle down at the bunny man. "Here we
go," he said, pressing the button. Unexpectedly, a green cloud blasted in
all directions from the bottle — not just forward, but up and to the
sides as well. It grew quickly, surrounding both Lyle and John before
dissolving into the air.

John coughed and dropped the bottle, shaking his head. His eyes stung for a
moment and he tried to clear his lungs. The cloud smelled acrid and dark.

Lyle, on the other hand, was unfazed. "You ok?" he asked, rising up from
all fours. He looked startled — "I can stand!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah — congratulations," coughed John. He took a deep breath and looked
down at the bunny man. "Changing back now?"

"I think so!" Lyle said. He abruptly swelled a few inches in height,
raising up until his head was nearly level with John's shoulder. "Thank you
so much!" Still naked and erect, he hugged John in a tight embrace. John
felt Lyle's boner poking his thigh and suddenly his mind swam with horny
dumb pheromones. He grabbed Lyle's head in both hands, feeling the soft
white fur of Lyle's sideburns under his fingers, and pulled their faces
together into a deep kiss. Lyle didn't resist, and John could feel his
height slowly inching back up as the two men thrust their tongues against
each other. Lyle reached to John's pants and unbuckled them, sliding his
hands down John's underwear to grab an ass cheek in both hands.

John closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling the musk of Lyle's bunny
body. It was strong. Sexy, strong, sweaty.

Lyle kept raising up in height as the magic did its work. Eyes still shut,
John felt their heights finally match — and then Lyle began to slowly
climb even higher. John's arms raised up as he continued to hold Lyle's
head in his hands. He opened his eyes to see that the bunny man's fur had
vanished, and he was now staring up into a normal human face. The ears were
a little pointy, but that was it.

"Damn, dude," John smiled, "how big were you originally?" Lyle seemed like
he was over six feet tall now, towering above him.

"Probably like five-eight," Lyle grinned down at him.

"Well you definitely got an upgrade," said John at the big man.

"Are you sure you didn't get a downgrade?" said Lyle, and with a jolt John
suddenly realized that the shelves in the aisle around them were a little
bit higher than he remembered.

"Oh fuck," he whispered, watching Lyle inch up even higher — but no, now
he could see that Lyle's height wasn't changing at all. It was he, John,
who was changing. He had shrunk by nearly a foot.

His pants suddenly fell down around his ankles, no longer held up by his
dwindling frame. His shirt, once fitting, now hung huge on his body.

"I'm gonna need something to wear," said Lyle, yanking John's shirt up over
his head. John struggled but his arms felt heavy and weak. He couldn't put
up any resistance and suddenly found himself standing naked and short in
the aisle of his own store. John threw his hands over his dick and
trembled, staring up at Lyle.

"What am I ... am I turning into a bunny?" John whimpered. His voice seemed
higher, squeaky and pathetic.

"I dunno man," Lyle grinned. "You're getting cute though. I like you
short." He rubbed the top of John's head, ruffling his unruly hair, and it
felt instantly soothing to John. Like that's all he ever needed. A big
strong man's hand on his head, petting him and rubbing behind his ears.

John dropped his head and closed his eyes in bliss, forgetting he was naked
as his arms relaxed to his sides. He felt Lyle's fingers run along his
scalp, dropped down to scratch behind his ears, and he let out a contented
"ruff."

"Looks like you're turning into a good boy," Lyle smirked. John felt a
tingle and a pull on his ears, and reached up to feel them stretch and
elongate into points. Fur began to sprout from the cartilage, soft and
brown as the ears stretched high on his head.

"Good boy," Lyle said again, and John felt a wave of pleasure wash over him
at the words. "Ruff!" he said, a little louder this time, not understanding
why. It just felt right. He raised his head up and saw that he'd become
quite small, his face barely reaching Lyle's chest. Why did that shirt Lyle
was wearing look so familiar? Oh, that's right, John hazily remembered, it
used to be his. When he was big. Before he was a good boy.

"Give me your pants," Lyle said, and John stepped obediently out of the
pants that lay crumpled around him. His feet had become so small that he
easily stepped out of his loose shoes and socks as well.

Lyle picked up the pants and stepped into them — a bit snug, but still a
comfortable fit. "Sit," said Lyle, and John lowered his butt to the ground,
the cold of the tile floor shocking him into a moment of mental clarity.

"Fuck!" John exclaimed. "What am I doing? I'm — I'm becoming a dog?"

Lyle laughed and sat down on the ground next to him. "Maybe," he said. "You
got some cute pointy ears, man. And you sure got obedient all of a sudden."

"Change me back," John begged. "Oh God, change me back, don't let Rob see
me like this!"

"Is Rob that stockboy?" said Lyle. "How do you know he won't like you
better like this?"

"Please," said John. "I'm his boss."

Lyle laughed again, louder than before. "You're not anybody's boss anymore,
puppy," he said. "You'll do anything anyone tells you to do. Lick my feet."
He held his bare sole out towards John's face, and John felt a crash of
confusion and desire.

"No, I won't — I'm not — uh," said John, and he rose up on all fours,
padded over to Lyle, stuck out his tongue and gave the foot one long slow
lick from heel to toe, his eyes wide in horror.

"Good boy," said Lyle, and all of John's doubt and fear dissolved
again. His face dulled, his mind fogging up. John licked Lyle's foot again,
quicker this time, then began busily bathing Lyle's toes with his tongue.

"Okay, okay," Lyle laughed. "That's enough, boy." John sat back, and cocked
his head to the side. His big pointy ears wobbled over his head.

Lyle grabbed John's discarded socks and slipped them on, followed by his
shoes, then stood up. He looked down at John on his hands and knees,
staring expectantly up at him.

"Now what am I going to do with you?" he asked.

"Woof!" John barked. He didn't understand the question. He didn't care.

"Hey!" called a voice from across the store. It sounded familiar to
John. Who was that? Another master? "Where'd you go, John?" heading his
name jolted John again. It was Rob. He must have finished with the shipment
in back.

John's mind began to clarify once more. "Shit," he whispered. "You can't
let him see me like this." He struggled to stand, but for some reason he
couldn't. He could raise himself up on his knees for a moment, but his
balance was off and he fell back to all fours. John was acutely aware of
his changes now — he was half his former height, his ears were goofy and
huge, he couldn't stand up, and he was completely naked. Lyle, wearing the
clothes that were John's, smirked.

"He's over here," Lyle called.

"No!" John cried, but it was too late. Rob turned the corner of the aisle
and then stopped, staring.

"Uh. John?" he asked. "What the fuck?"

"We had a mishap with a TF spray," said Lyle, shrugging. He bent down to
pick up the discarded canister.

"Yeah, I was going to warn someone," said Rob. "The shipment had a recall
notice. I guess the nozzle breaks on those transference bottles."

"Uh huh," said John, frozen in place with fear.

Rob started walking down the aisle towards them, and John found that he was
too terrified to move, aside from drooping his new ears. "Why'd you use the
transference stuff and not reversal?" he asked.

"That's the only, uh, the only one one we have," John stuttered. He could
hear that his voice was noticeably higher-pitched than before.

Rob frowned, and reached to an opposite shelf to grab another bottle. "Oh,"
he said. "I guess I put it on the wrong shelf." He looked down at John,
then laughed. "I mean, it's not so bad. You're kind of cute like this."

"Ruff?" John asked, surprised. Rob reached down and rubbed his head, and
John's mind instantly emptied.

"Good boy," Lyle cooed. John barely understood the words because his eyes
were closed and he was intent on pressing his head against Rob's palm. Rob
rubbed his fingers through John's hair, then down to scratch behind his
ears, and John could only sigh happily as he felt the hand of a big smart
handsome human.

"He's pretty obedient," Lyle said. "You wanna keep him like this? You could
probably change him back if you use the right spray."

"Eh, maybe," said Rob. "He always used to stare at me so weirdly. I think
maybe he's happier like this." He rubbed his hand along John's check, then
down to stroke his jaw. John looked up at him, smiling and panting with his
tongue hanging from his mouth.

John had no idea what was happening. He was just happy and dumb and glad
that the two big humans were being nice to him. The one he just met gave
him a few pats on the back, then said some human words, and then walked
away. John watched him go for a moment, then turned back to look at the
human he'd known for a while longer. He barked and the man smiled and
patted him on the head, then ran his hand down the back of his neck,
rubbing gently along his back, and then paused and smacked John hard on the
butt.

With a jolt, that returned John's thoughts. All his knowledge returned: he
was small, naked, stuck on all fours, and at the mercy of Rob in the middle
of the store. Lyle was nowhere to be seen.

"Ruff!" John barked. "Rob! Please! You have to change me back. I can't be a
dog."

"Oh no?" said Rob. He knelt down, scratching John at his lower back.

It felt so good. John felt a stupid urge rising, an urge to roll over so
Rob could rub his belly. He had to resist.

"What a good boy," said Rob, rubbing the small of John's back, and John
felt a tingling pressure build just above his butt crack.

Under Rob's hand, a knob of flesh began to sprout, growing long and thin
above John's ass. John looked back in alarm, watching the tail grow longer
as fur began growing in. "Fuck," he gasped. "I got a tail." He
instinctively tucked it between his legs, then looked up at Rob. "I got a
tail, dude," he said. He didn't know what else to say.

"That's `cause you're my dog," said Rob, smiling down at him.

"I'm not, though," said John, and he felt woozy. Wasn't he? It felt bad to
argue with Rob. "I'm not a dog."

"Yeah you are, man," said Rob. "You're my pet dog."

"Um," said John. That sounded like it made sense, but he knew it wasn't
true. "I'm not. I'm your... friend or something? Are we at work?"

"Yup," said Rob. "You're my doggy friend. I take you to work every
night. You're like the shop dog."

John knew that wasn't right. He was a human. Or at least he used to
be. "No, come on," he whined. "Please, dude, I can't remember
anything. Help me. I used to be a man or something."

Rob laughed. "Roll over, boy."

John helplessly rolled over onto his back, holding his hands and feet in
the air, and Rob reached down to gently rub John's dick. Fuck, that felt
good. John vaguely remembered fantasizing about this ... sometime
... sometime before? When he was a man? He couldn't remember. Rob kept
stroking and John's mind kept getting foggier.

"Rob, you gotta stop," he murmured. "I'm gonna forget... forget who I
am..."

"Don't you want that?" asked Rob. "Doesn't it feel good to forget? To just
be my pet?" He reached down with his fingers, sliding them around John's
balls to his taint. It felt electric.

John opened his eyes and looked down at himself. Small, stupid, naked,
completely at the mercy of the big smart sexy Rob. His little body was
human, but his mind was no longer his. He was a pet. A dog-brained pet.

As he thought those words, he looked up at Rob staring down at him and the
pleasure of release became too much to bear. With a jolt, semen shot from
his dick, splattering himself in the face. Rob stroked John's dick once,
and he shot again, howling with relief. Rob released John's cock and he
kept shooting again, and again, and again, and again. So much pent-up
seed. He felt it land, wet and hot, on his face, his chest, his
shoulders. It dribbled down his sides, pooled in his belly button. His
tongue lapped at his cheeks for a taste of it.

And then he was done, spent. John opened his eyes, and one more time, his
memories flooded back. He looked down at himself: humiliated and exposed.

"Shit," he whispered, looking around. Rob was standing over him, holding
something behind his back.

"Help me, dude," John pleaded, still lying on his back.

"I will," said Rob, bending down. "Do you trust me?"

"I ... I don't know," John said.

"You need to trust me," said Rob. "Trust me."

"I'm not sure," said John. "Look at me, man. Look what that guy turned me
into. And you made me come all over myself. I'm so small and pathetic and
dumb. I don't know what I am anymore."

"Trust me," said Rob. "Close your eyes and trust me."

"What's going to happen?" John asked, closing his eyes. He felt Rob's hands
around his shoulders, then gently touching his neck. Something soft pressed
against his skin and he heard a jingling noise.

"What was that — oh fuck is that a collar?" John asked, his eyes
springing open in alarm.

"Trust me," said Rob, his hands quickly fastening the buckle around John's
neck.

"Dude, don't! I can't! I can't be a woof! I can't become a woof woof! Aroo!
Ruff ruff woof!"

John's voice was gone the moment Rob finished fastening the collar. His
mind was gone, too. His stress, his fear, his memory — it was all
gone. He was a pet. Just a good boy. Happy and small.

John rolled over and stood up on all fours, his tail bouncing behind
him. His owner smiled and patted him on the head, and said something with
words. John didn't understand, and cocked his head, then barked. The owner
smiled again, then said a word John knew — "come" — and started
walking down the aisle.

John happily trotted after him, sniffing from side to side. There was a
faint bunny scent in the air, and he paused to try to detect how long ago
the bunny had been there. It was hard to tell. Oh well. Didn't
matter. Nothing mattered, just being a good boy for his owner.

John looked up again to make sure his owner was close. The tall sexy human
was standing at the front of the store, flipping around the sign on the
door and turning the lock. With his owner's back turned, John watched as a
long, thick, bushy tail grew silently from his master's back, pushing his
shirt up and slipping over his low-riding jeans. It was thick and long, and
John panted happily to see that his master was starting to unknowingly
transform into a pet just like him. Maybe they could be good boys
together. That would be fun.

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