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Brian had decided that the pleasure he could get from the mutt wasn't worth having to answer his needless questions. Without a word, he stood up, the cock slipping from his ass. He turned and snapped his fingers, making several things happen at once. Several robots appeared, two of them by him, with two by his pet. The two by him had washcloths and towels, and immediately went to work cleaning him of the cum and lube on his body.

The two by the dog reached down and picked him up, one arm from each grabbing one of his and holding it behind his back, the metal limbs locking together to hold him, while the other arms went against his neck and became a collar and muzzle, shutting him up. "You want to know what the changing room is?" Brian asked, as a loose towel was wrapped around his hips. "Take him there." He ordered the robots, before walking into the darkness, the other two following him, as Connor’s guard robots started dragging him the other way.

Connor wasn't given much time to think before he was lifted, hands pulled behind his back and secured there, and then collared and muzzled. "Mmmph!" He struggled and squirmed, trying to get free with no success, only able to watch as the teen walked away while he was carried off. Not only did he not get an answer, now he was more worried about what the changing room was.

Brian slipped on a robe as he walked down the hallway, stopping in a room with many different buttons and knobs. Years of watching his uncle work taught him how to operate the devices, and he was going to make his pet perfect. He saw a green light shine on the control board, and he pressed the button under it, watching in satisfaction as the pet was pulled in.

His soon to be mutt had his arms and legs in clamps, holding him spread eagle, his body several feet above the ground. Folding his hands together and cracking his fingers, Brian got started. "And here we go." He whispered, slowly starting to type away at the machine. A pair of arms lowered immediately from the ceiling, with a syringe and a large container with yellow liquid in it attached. Quick as lightning, they shot into his pet’s chest, where white fur quickly started to grow out of his skin.

Connor could barely squirm, but he desperately tried when he noticed the syringe come down from the ceiling along with a large container of yellow fluid. The young man could barely register what had happened, the syringe having moved so fast to prick his chest. He jerked in surprise from the light sting, looking down to his chest, eyes widening in shock when he saw white hair starting to grow from his skin.

Brian let out a giggle as he saw the fur quickly spreading over his pet, before quickly pressing several more buttons. First, an additional pair of arms came down from the ceiling, resting on either side of his head. What looked like a mask lowered and encased his head, a small plate forcing his mouth open. Instantly, there were several injections all over his face at once, where he would then feel like his face had more to it. That his mouth was longer, his tongue, his nose, even his ears would feel stretched.

Brian knew that it would happen after all, making his pets face look more natural was important. As that was happening, the work-in-progress slowly spun around, the arms bending him over. With his legs spread wide, he saw his pet's cock and balls, along with his pucker. He hit several buttons, the arms this time coming up from the floor. They carried several different items, what looked like a tube of flesh and a furless tail.

Connor grunted and tensed up, his skin crawling and itching as the hair quickly spread across his body, soon realizing it was more fur-like than thick body hair. His eyes remained wide open in fear, head shaking as he saw a mask-like object lower from the ceiling and easily cover his face. He couldn't do anything as it forced his mouth open, crying out when he felt several pricks all over his face at once, groaning as his head and facial features started to feel odd. He barely noticed himself being turned and bent over, distracted by the mask doing god-knows-what to him, his flaccid member and balls hanging down and gently swaying.

Brian watched as the under arm broke into several pieces, all working at once. One arm came up, holding onto the tail like object, as it positioned itself over his tail bone. A quick injection would numb his whole lower body, as much of the work down there would hurt if not. The tail arms quickly cut into his pet's tailbone, removing the last bone while leaving the nerves. They delicately connected the nerves to the artificial ones in the tail, before stitching him back up, special cream being spread over the scar and connection area, making it look completely natural.

As that happened, the fleshy sheath was put around his cock, being connected in a similar manner as the tail. As it was attached, several injections went into his cock and balls. They made the cock swell and elongate, the head slowly melding with the shaft before it became a large canine cock, complete with a knot and a sheath. The ones to his balls, though, simply made them even bigger, massive even.

Connor could see where the arm underneath him came out from the floor, but couldn't turn his head down enough to see what was happening. He felt another prick above his rear, afraid of what all these injections were doing to him, but that one seemed to numb him from the waist down. Not only could he not see, but he couldn't feel what was going on, and wasn't sure if he would like it the other way around or not. He could only sense pressure in his lower back every so often, then after some time felt something similar in his groin. His mind was swimming in questions, concerns and fears, not knowing what was going on, how long this would go on, or what would happen afterward.

Brian watched as the floor arm gave one last injection to his pet's pucker, making his puff out like a bitch in heat. Satisfied, he slid his hand over a pad, watching as his pet was turned around and spun, so he was facing the ceiling, his legs pointed at him. He hit several more buttons,watching as two arms came up out of the floor, each one seemingly holding what looked like a strange shoe. They moved to his pets legs, encompassing his feet up to his shins, before they went through the same treatments that his face was currently going through.

Really, now all he had to do was wait. He watched as the fur continued to spread over his dog, not stopping at the straps holding him. After several moments, the mask pulled away, revealing his pet's new face.

Connor kept still for several seconds, not feeling any more pressure, and unsure if whatever was going on had stopped, or if he just couldn't feel what was going on now. It didn't take long for something new to happen, eyes squinting a bit as he was turned back over to face the ceiling. He didn't see anything else coming from above, and couldn't feel anything going on. That meant it had stopped, or something was being done to his numb lower half again. He grumbled and stirred a bit, growing impatient of not knowing what was going on. It seemed like he was there for sometime before something finally happened, the mask coming off and pulling away. His eyes blinking in confusion as he saw something in his field of vision, something that moved with him.

Brian smiled brightly as his pet was rotated once more, so that he was upright and facing him. The apparatus that guided the mask on was still in place, letting another arm slide down, this one with many different syringes in on it. The first one struck him in the middle of his forehead, numbing the whole top of his head. After that, a micro drill bit made a hole in his head, from where the rest of the syringes entered his brain. As the hormonal injections were made, another apparatus went over his nose. It filled Connor’s sinuses with Brian’s scent, working with several of the chemicals being injected to make him desire Brian. Such as wanting him as a mate, as a leader, to obey and to protect.

Connor had no choice but to look ahead, head held in place, eyes focusing on the teen from before, working some kind of control panel. Was he the one doing all of this to him? 'All of this' being something he still wasn't sure of. He was still numb from the waist down, unsure of what happened down there, but he had seen the fur and the mask, which had done...something to him.

"Mmph!" He grunted, feeling a prick to his forehead before feeling the familiar sensation of numbness. What is going on now?! His body tensed up as he heard a drill, ears twitching from the sound, then his nose wiggling from a new scent invading his senses.

Brian smiled and flipped a small switch, before speaking. "It's alright, my sweet. Master is here, and he's going to take such good care of you." He said softly, his words being played throughout the room. He upped the amount of scent being given to his pet, along with slightly upping the chemicals that would make his mind more susceptible, easily molded.

"You're almost better, almost fixed. You look so big and strong, a mighty hound you are." He praised him, letting his voice penetrate his mind, watching as the last of the chemicals were injected into his brain. He hit several more buttons, along with a series of levers, making many arms come down and up, a golden liquid in them. "One last bit, and we're all done." He promised, watching as his feet were freed, fur covering them already. Flipping a switch, the needles went in, causing his pet to gain extra muscles all over his body.

Connor kept looking to Brian with a concerned expression on his face, not happy with what was going on, but more afraid of it than angry. The teen referring to himself as 'master' again didn't make him feel any better, nor when he was referred to as a dog again. Almost better, almost fixed? What did he mean by that? "Nngh.." His brows furrowed, that smell getting stronger while his mind started to feel fuzzy and odd. He would've shaken his head, but it was firmly held in place, though he did notice more arms come down equipped with syringes. They caused him to get nervous again, afraid of what else he was going to be injected with, wincing as he felt them prick his skin in different locations.

Brian watched as his pet was filled with the last injections he should need, watching as the fur covered muscles rippled and slowly grew, elongating his pet's body till he was even bigger than before. "Such a good boy, your master’s good puppy." He continued softly, watching as the dog kicked and thrashed feebly, knowing that it would be uncomfortable. He knew that along with the muscles, the bones were growing as well, becoming longer and bigger to fit his new frame. "It's ok, keep strong for master~" He cooed, turning the dial up even more, flooding his pets senses with his scent and his voice, comforting him through his difficult transformation.

Connor groaned as his body grew sore, kicking, squirming, and struggling in the restraints that held him up. Or at least he was trying to kick, he still couldn't feel anything below the waist, and he couldn't look down. Everywhere else he was certain he felt his bones and muscles growing sore and uncomfortable. "S-Stop....calling me...that..." He grunted out, his mouth still feeling very odd to him but unable to pinpoint why. Did he still have something on his face? It didn't feel right. Then there was that smell, which seemed to keep getting stronger. What was it?

Brian frowned at his pet's resilient words, his mind racing as he thought over what he could do. He hit several buttons on the monitor, which lowered his pet closer to the ground, angling him towards the floor. As he was shifted, Brian left the room, opening a hidden entrance into the changing room. He walked up to his restrained pet, reaching up to gently cup his new muzzle.

"It's alright, my sweet pet" He whispered, petting him as the growth hormones stopped, no doubt leaving his pet tired. "Masters here to take care of you." He continued, pulling a small pocket knife from his pocket. Making a small cut on his thumb, he wiped his blood on his pet's nose, forcing Brian’s pure scent into his mind. "You're my puppy, my sweet pet."

Connor grunted softly as he was moved again, his weight shifting as he was lowered some and tilted forward. Was it over yet? He was afraid of more injections or strange devices, and was surprised when he saw the teenager in front of him, cupping his face. His eyes showed tiredness as he looked at the younger man, then widened when he saw the knife. Only to be further shocked when the teen cut his own thumb to spread blood onto Connor's nose, the smell was strong, stronger than he would think he'd be able to smell. The changed man huffed, too exhausted to fight back or struggle, his body having grown quite sore.

Brian smiled and rubbed his pet between his new ears, letting him breathe in his scent. "It's alright, puppy. Masters here." He said softly, gently tucking his new, large head against his smaller body. "Sleep, and let me finish. When you wake up, everything will be alright. We will be home." He said, petting his head and neck, watching till the massive canine fell asleep.

Connor's eyes started to feel heavy, more so when he felt a hand rubbing his head, though as nice as that felt it had an odd sensation to it as well. His blinking grew more slowly, mind starting to slow down as well. "Nngh.." With a low groan he fell asleep, eyes closing as his body relaxed in the restraints.

Brian smiled as he saw his pet pass out, petting the soft golden fur on his head. He walked back to the control room, where his uncle now waited. "He seems to be resisting the chemical treatment." Brian said, slightly annoyed.

"It happens. Give him these pills at every meal, they should help." The older man said, handing him a bottle with white, raisin sized pills in it. After that, Brian and his pet left, his pet in a large cage on an equally large doggy bed, both of them riding in a helicopter to his home a few hours away. Brian had his pet brought into his room, large chew toys set out for his pet, the doggy bed sitting at the foot of his own bed. Since Brian had eaten on the Helicopter ride over, he sat with his pet's head in his lap, gently petting him, after working a pill down his sleeping throat.

Connor's head jerked, coughing a bit from the pill being shoved down his throat and instinctively swallowing it. "Ugh..." He groaned lowly, stirring as he was woken up. What had happened? His eyes opened up, expecting to see his bedroom, but was greeted with unknown scenery. He lifted his head and looked up, and upon seeing Brian's face he quickly remembered what had happened. It hadn't been a bad dream. "Wha-what..." He grumbled, clearing his throat which felt dry, tongue moving around inside his strange feeling mouth. "What happened, where am I?"

Brian smiled down at his pet as he woke up, giggling as he kicked some with his dream. "It's ok, my pet. We’re home." He said in a way as if it explained everything. The room they were in was large, the size of half a football field at least. It had a massive four poster bed in one part where they were, with a large fireplace and tv near it. There was an area with several massive book shelves, sitting chairs included, even what looked like a dining table and sitting area, over by a set of huge glass doors. The room had many windows, most of them open, letting in the cool, rain scented air, along with the scent of trees and the woods.

Connor started to sit up more, shifting around so he could do so and looking around as he moved. "This is...your home?" He asked, the room looking absolutely massive, bigger than any house he'd ever been in, and this was just one room! He shifted into a sitting position, but while having done so, he had noticed that he felt...different. Looking down at himself only proved it. He was covered in white and golden fur, had more muscle, strange looking feet, longer legs, giant balls and...a sheath?! "What...What is this?!" He questioned, heart rate picking up, raising his arms up to examine them, his arms more muscular as well.

Brian watched as his pet sat up, standing up by himself. He could see the building panic and confusion in his pets eyes, and was quick to move in front of him, cupping his muzzled face in his hands and forcing him to look up at him. He made sure that his pup's nose was against his shirt, letting him breathe in his scent. "We are in my room. This is our home, my room where we both sleep." He stated as if had always been that way. "You're my pet, my sweet guard dog. I am your Master." He continued, arms petting over his head, stroking his ears and neck, gently rubbing the muscles to try and calm him down.

Connor looked at the teenager with widened eyes, eyes filled with shock and panic as his face was held. His nostrils flared when pressed against the boy's shirt, picking up the smell from that strange room, and oddly enough he felt his heart start to slow down. He didn't understand why, but he relaxed. "Guard dog?" He questioned after a few seconds, not exactly getting the answers he wanted. "B-But that room...I don't..." The canine trailed off, unsure what to say.

Brian let out a soft shush, bringing his pets head up and pressing a small kiss to his nose. "It's alright, my sweet. You needed to have some things done to you. The medicine is just making your head hurt a little." He said with a bright smile. "Come, you must be hungry. Let's get you something to eat, ok?" He asked, taking a small step back, hands gently tugging on his pet. "You're going to feel weird as you walk for a little while. You've had a bit of a growth spurt." He said in a teasing tone.

"Medicine? What medicine?" He asked in return, looking to the teen for answers. Now that he thought about it, he did feel really hungry, like he hadn't eaten all day. "Growth spurt?" He glanced down at himself as he was tugged at, slowly getting up onto his feet and feeling out of balance as he did so. Connor's feet looked strange to him, and it felt like he was walking on his toes instead of his whole foot. It all felt odd and different, slowly rising up to stand on shaky legs, and finding himself up higher, much higher than before, unless the teen had shrunken. "This feels strange."

"You were sick, my sweet. You need special medicine to keep healthy now." Brian said, coming up with a quick explanation to the meds he would need to feed the canine. Moving up to him, he put his hands on his chest, helping to hold him up as he wavered some. "It's alright, take your time. We have all day." He continued, smiling encouragingly up at him. He also was feeling up his pets strong muscles, unable to not enjoy it. Slowly, they started walking, Brian making sure to keep the first steps small for the giant dog, slowly letting them get longer as he adjusted to his new height and feet.

"Sick?" He took a few slow steps, trying to adjust to his new legs. "I don't remember being sick." Connor shook his head a bit, his mind feeling a bit foggy even after having woken up completely. He was oblivious to the teen's hands feeling up his muscles, focusing on walking and slowly picking up speed then stopping suddenly. Turning his head he looked behind himself, having felt something and now seeing that it was a tail. It had been swaying gently behind him as he moved, and now stood still, raised up some from his rear. "...Tail?"

Brian nearly walked away from him, the stop was so sudden. However, he did feel a bit of pride that his pet was able to stand up on his own. "Of course you have a tail. All dogs have tails, even if they are short and stubby." Brian said in that same tone he has used. "Its to help you balance as you walk." He explained to the giant, gently giving a small tug to keep them going. The better his hound became at walking, the faster Brian went, till he wasn't touching him anymore. He simply walked backwards, hand up in case his pet needed him again,

Connor started slowly walking once more, head still turned and watching his tail for a few steps before facing forward again. "I guess..." Dogs did have tails, but it still seemed like an odd notion when he thought of it pertaining to him. As he walked he grew more attentive to his body, noticing the light sway of the tail behind him, his large balls swinging between his thick muscular thighs, and the sensation of his muscles tensing with each step. It didn't take much longer for him to walk at a fairly normal pace, though opting to not go too fast. "Still feels strange."

Brian couldn't help but to notice his pets hanging extremities swaying as he walked as well, licking his lips subconsciously at the thought of testing out each and every change he made to his pet. "It will feel that way for a while, my pet. You were not right for a long while." He said, as they got to the table. Sitting down, the doors by them opened up, several men with food walking in, another pushing a fancy looking cart with two massive bowls on it.

The smells of cooked food filled the room, as steak and sweet potatoes were put before Brian, a red wine poured for him, and a large salad on the side. Two of them put the massive bowl of food on the floor next to Brian, filled with cooked meats of every sort, with several ground ones mixed with vegetables, along with a large bowl of water for him.

Connor still wasn't sure what the teen was talking about, then again, he wasn't sure about anything. His body felt foreign to him as well as his environment, and it was like...he was forgetting something that he could almost remember but just quite couldn't. He turned his attention to the teenager as the young male sat down at the table, slowly realizing he didn't know or remember the teen's name, only knowing him as a teenager and as 'master'.

His thoughts were quickly derailed when people entered the room, suddenly becoming aware of how naked he was, the feeling of being nude in front of others being wrong, though he wasn't sure why. Either way, his cheeks reddened slightly in a blush, remaining still as food was brought out and relaxing once the people had left. It was only then did he look down to the two bowls on the floor, nostrils flaring at the delicious smells. Once again he felt odd, a bowl of food and water on the floor, it didn't feel right. And yet, he began to drool.

“Go on, my pet. Eat.” With that one simple command from Brian, the enormous canine crouched down and quickly went to town on the bowl of food.