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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