*last sounds of bones and muscles popping into place filling the room*
My name is Lucky. I was such a good boy this week, I did not make a mess and stayed off the furniture. When I am a good boy master puts these glasses on me for the weekend and I get to be human again and we get to play and hump all weekend!
Master is in the shower right now, we will be having lots of fun once he gets out, I get to sit on the bed and wait when I am a man.
Sadly on Monday mornings master has to take the glasses back off because Luke starts to show up in my head again, and Luke is too smart and can get out while master is at work.
Master is done with shower, bye!
Love me some hypnotized boys, very hot
ReplyDeleteadore this one, i love persona trigger items!!!
ReplyDeletehot! love the pic! nice story! :)
ReplyDeleteI want a dogboy like Luke/Lucky!
ReplyDeleteThe master dressed in his uniform, put on his badge. He took the glasses off Luke's face, and it reverted to Lucky's muzzle. Boy was the best thing that ever happened to him. He had applied for K-9 officer training, and been accepted. But the county required he provide his own dog, and that was a bit of a problem. Lucky- the original lucky- had a hip problem. It's what got him killed. Luke had come racing through town on an Indian Motorcycle, and Lucky couldn't get out of the way. Lucky meant a nice big pay check to the policeman, since the county would pay rent to his master for his service. The officer had examined his dying dog, and then went to the fallen motorcyclist. He knew what to do. He started to strip Luke. He closed his eyes and remembered that moment as he held the glasses in his hand and looked down at Lucky 2. He had told the boy that he had to examine him for bodily injuries, as he unbuttoned his shirt and jeans and pulled off his boots. Luke was bleeding, but it was nothing serious, no broken bones, just abrasions. Then, when Luke was no longer quite so dazed from the accident, he stood up wearing only his sunglasses, He walked over naked as a jaybird and angrily shouted at the man who would be his master, as he finished dressing Lucky 1 in Luke's bloody clothes. Then the dead dog shifted, it became a dead young man. Luke freaked, he was seeing himself dead on the road, but he wasn't dead. The master calmed him, and removed his sunglasses. Luke sprouted fur and began to shrink. The master put Lucky's collar and lead around Luke's-no, Lucky 2's neck. The master grinned. Lucky was aptly named. Well, lucky for his master anyway. He got both a dog an sex slave out of the deal, and Luke really did lose his life-at least his old life-while driving recklessly.
ReplyDelete"Time to go to work, Officer Lucky!"