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When he awakes, he's stripped nude, strapped to a chair and panicking! Two mysterious scientists assure him that he can relax and enjoy the sudden changes he's about to endure, but as the room fills with a lovely, scented gas, will Dan live to tell the tale of what has happened? If he does, will he even be able to tell it...?\n\nDan is a character belonging to fa!dizfoley, and is his intellectual property. Please do not use him without the proper permissions.\n\nAs always, read, comment and enjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The last of the first batch of Christmas Cookie commission specials, we have a tasty gingerbread tale for our own resident border collie, \n\t\t\t\t\tdizfoley

His first commission is the beginning of a fun and exciting trilogy about a young man named Dan who is captured and unbeknownst to him, taken to a research facility. When he awakes, he's stripped nude, strapped to a chair and panicking! Two mysterious scientists assure him that he can relax and enjoy the sudden changes he's about to endure, but as the room fills with a lovely, scented gas, will Dan live to tell the tale of what has happened? If he does, will he even be able to tell it...?

Dan is a character belonging to \n\t\t\t\t\tdizfoley, and is his intellectual property. Please do not use him without the proper permissions.

As always, read, comment and enjoy!", "writing": "\"[i]Ahhhnn[/i]...my head...\"\n\nSteel clasps around the wrists. Tight, thick leather bonds around the ankles, tied firmly back around the legs of a chair. \n\n\"What...what happened back there? I can't hardly remember...\"\n\nA pile of clothing folded neatly on a table by his side. Painfully bright white floors and equally white walls with one window cut into them.\n\nThese were all the things that Dan could see.\n\n\"It would seem that he really doesn't remember a thing. Perhaps we put a little too much of the sedative in his food?\"\n\nOn the other side of the one-way observing window, two men stood shrouded in shadow, their bodies illuminated only by the soft, calming glow of two large computer screens. \"No, it's better than he doesn't have a recollection of how he got here or what he was doing before. Too much prior knowledge could have a negative impact on the results of the test,\" the second man replied. \"Once he sees what we've done with his dinner date, I'm sure that he'll snap right back, anyway.\"\n\n\"I suppose you're right. Is she still under full sedation?\"\n\n\"At the moment, yes. She should be awake within the hour, however, which is perfect. Gives us just enough time to fully administer the tests on our first subject here and give him a little time to recover if he needs it. Previous testing would indicate that he probably will.\"\n\n\"Shall we get started right away then, sir?\"\n\nThe second man flicked a switch on the keyboard just beneath his computer screen. \"Definitely. There's no time to waste,\" he affirmed, and reached a fingertip up to gently poke a microphone that emerged from the computer console before him. \"Good morning, stranger. How are you feeling?\"\n\nStill not fully aware of his situation, Dan tensed as he heard a voice coming from the ceiling. Just like the floor and walls, the ceiling was stark white and there appeared to be no speakers, leaving the poor man even further disoriented. \"I...I still feel a little bit dizzy,\" he admitted, answering to the invisible voice and feeling a little bit silly for doing so. \"What is this place? Where is that voice coming from?\"\n\n\"We're just behind the window that's slightly to your right front,\" the second man answered, \"but for the sake of this experiment, I'm afraid we have to keep ourselves out of view. We hope that you'll understand.\"\n\n\"Understand?! I don't even know where the hell I am! I have no idea who [b]you[/b] are either, for that matter! Wait...my clothes! Where are my clothes?!\" Dan panicked, the sedatives wearing off just enough for him to feel the cold, harsh steel against his wrists and the tight grip of treated leather holding his legs tight to the base of a simple, wooden chair. A quick struggle with the chair and a flail of his head turned his view upon his clothes, set and neatly folded on the table next to him, but he was naked as the day he was born, stripped down past his skivvies, and the restraints made sure that he wasn't getting dressed anytime soon. \"This isn't funny! What the hell is going on here?\"\n\n\"Please understand, sir, that we agree. This is no laughing matter,\" the voice confirmed. \"We have a series of very serious tests to run, and after some close observation, we've determined you to be a perfect candidate for this particular set of experiments.\"\n\n\"Experiments?\" Dan asked, his expression twisted with a hint of disgust. \"I don't care how important they are, I'm not consenting to this!\"\n\nThe man speaking into the microphone put his hand over it and glanced to his companion. They shared a brief, devious chuckle, and after a couple of whispers that were just out of reach of Dan's ears, he moved his hand back away. \"There are only two problems with that, sir. First and foremost, the experiment has already begun inside of you, and second, once the full effects take place, we have a feeling you won't be oppose us finishing the experiment one bit.\"\n\nDan shook his head, and his hands started shaking in pure frustration. \"[b]NO WAY![/b] You guys are gonna come out of there, let me out of this damn chair, and if I'm feeling generous I [i]might[/i] not call the cops and have this whole operation shut down!\"\n\n\"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen, sir. We have experiments to run, and time is of the essence, so could you please state your name for the record?\"\n\n\"...You're joking. You guys seriously aren't going to let me out of here?\"\n\n\"Things are already in motion, sir. Your name, please?\"\n\nDan rolled his eyes. \"Dan. My name is Dan, and that's all I'm telling you.\"\n\n\"That'll do just fine, sir.\" The first man behind the window was sitting at the computer console now as well, with a form opened up on his screen. Only having that little bit of information, Dan could hear him doing an awful lot of typing through the ambient noise captured by the microphone. \"Do you have a fear of needles, Dan?\"\n\n\"You guys aren't poking me with any needles!\" Dan protested, though, he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop anyone from poking him if it came to that. His nerves started to kick into high gear, and his heart rate accelerated rapidly as what started out as an unusual way to wake up was quickly turning into worst case scenario.\n\n[i]WHIIIIIIIIIIIR.[/i]\n\nDan whipped his head around to the left and right so fast that he almost gave himself a case of whiplash, but he couldn't help his panicked reaction. At least one man, perhaps many more, had him captive against his will and based on his restraints, it was obvious that not only did they not want him to go anywhere, but they didn't even want him to move. Still, a quick look around to the sides didn't reveal anything.\n\nIt was when he looked straight up that he started to worry once more.\n\n\"That's perfectly fine, Dan. Most people opt against taking the needle, and we certainly don't blame them. This particular method works a little bit slower than injection, but the end results should be exactly the same.\"\n\nTwo panels had moved aside, creating two large, square holes in the otherwise spotless, white ceiling. A couple of vents had appeared in the holes, looking like a pair of shower heads that hung innocently enough from the ceiling. As Dan's ears picked up on a quiet [i]fiiiiiiiiiiissssss[/i], his fears went right back through the roof. \n\n[i]They're gassing me. These guys are a couple of sick, twisted bastards that capture people and murder them in all kinds of sick, twisted ways for fun. Holy shit gonnadiegonnadiegonnadie...[/i]\n\nFear like Dan had never known literally paralyzed him in the chair, rendering him motionless even if he wasn't restrained to the chair. That very same fear kept him from holding his breath, and instead, he reacted as any other human would in the moments of a panic attack. His chest rose and fell rapidly, heaving and huffing in deeply despite his mind yelling desperately at him to hold his breath and try and wait out whatever gas was being dispersed throughout the room. Even more concerning to Dan was the fact that there was no visible gas whatsoever coming from the vents; if not for the ominous sound of air being pushed through, he would never have known anything was actually being released into the room.\n\n\"Please do your best to relax, Dan. You only need to take in a small sample of the chemicals in order for the reaction to take place.\"\n\nDan was sure that they were toying with him. He wasn't sure if the faint, light-headed feeling was his body getting ready to black out, or perhaps some kind of sensation related to the gas that he was still convinced was going to kill him. He gritted his teeth together tightly, every muscle in his body tensing up as he did his best not to lose consciousness, but the continued flow of gas kept his heart and his mind racing each other in a dead sprint. \"That's a [b]little[/b] easier said than done right now!!\"\n\n\"We understand. You're quite fortunate that the first stage of the transformation is an overwhelming sense of calm and relaxation.\"\n\n[i]Transformation...?[/i]\n\n\"Are you still with us, Dan?\"\n\n[i]Did they just say transformation?[/i] \"Yes, I'm still with you. What the hell is really going on here?\"\n\nOne of the men was still busy typing away at his keyboard, keeping a very close eye on Dan as he did. \"Subject still appears normal. The cuffs aren't picking up any changes in vital signs just yet, and we lucked out. It seems that hearing the word 'transformation' has slowed down his heart rate enough that we can safely continue.\"\n\n\"Good. Dan, if you're still listening, we can start to explain a couple things to you while the gas takes effect.\"\n\n[i]Of course. [b]Now[/b] they're willing to talk about it,[/i] Dan mentally groaned. \"I still can't move yet, so I guess I'm listening.\" Despite his irritation with the mystery scientists, Dan could feel the start of an overwhelming and uncontrollable calm, descending on him like a sudden summer rain.\n\nAnother collection of low, mechanical hums traveled through Dan's ears as the panels in the ceiling started to retract, and the sound of the gas pouring out slowly calm to a halt, and then faded altogether. \"The wonders of the animal kingdom have a lot to offer to us, Dan. Tell us, are you a fan of animals? Do you have a particular favorite?\"\n\n\"B-border collies. I'm a pretty big fan of border collies,\" Dan repeated, stammering through his first few words as the relaxing sensation was taking full effect, and already, he was finding himself a bit listless and pliable. He was tripping over the simplest of thoughts. \"I do like all animals, though...\"\n\n\"That's very good. Try to focus very hard on a border collie, then, and otherwise, just relax in the chair. Forget that you even have restraints around your ankles and wrists; just do your best to relax, and focus on how wonderful life might be if we could be more like border collies.\"\n\nThe experiment seemed to be taking a sharp, sudden turn from a scientific endeavor to a simple meditation session, but Dan was fully under their spell now, and was quite enjoying the moment. His mind was instantly filled with an endless array of images, all of happy, playful border collie pups running around, rolling on their backs in fields of tall, bright green grass, playing a lengthy game of fetch with their loving owners, nestling up close to a comforting hand as it brushed and scratched at the base of soft, floppy ears...\n\nDan wasn't just imagining things, anymore. He felt as though he was living the experience, all through some mental manipulation and a little airborne serum.\n\n\"Are you still with us, Dan? How do you feel?\"\n\nDan's eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each long, deep breath that he drew. He was at risk of falling asleep right there in the chair, but the wonderful daydream of actually being a border collie had become so convincing that when he turned his hand up to look at his palm, he almost believed he saw pawpads instead of fingertips. \"I feel great...[i]reaaaaaaaally[/i] great. What was this experiment you guys were talking about, again?\"\n\n\"Perfect. He's ready,\" the scientist behind the microphone whispered to his partner, who was still typing away rapidly and recording every single observation that he could. \"As I was saying earlier, we're very interested in the wonders of the animal kingdom, and in this particular laboratory, we run experiments to see how much closer we can get to blending the worlds of humans and animals so that we might learn more about them, learn why they are the way they are, and more about how they think, feel and act. Animals aren't capable of telling us these things, and we can only learn so much through simple observation, but we've found that by blurring the lines just a little bit, and bringing humans and animals closer than they've ever been before, we can learn more than the scientific community has ever thought possible.\"\n\nMost of the words were lost on Dan, who was feigning consciousness throughout the speech, but one thing in particular stuck out to him. \"Blending...the lines...?\"\n\n\"Indeed. Science has only come just so far, but we're closer than ever, Dan. We'd like to take another step forward with you, and we'll be taking it momentarily. Any minute now, the second phase of your transformation should begin.\"\n\nDan hardly remembered that he was in the middle of a transformation. All he felt was stress-defying relaxation, and there was no indication in his mind or body that anything was going to change, but the more he admired his hand, the more he really started to believe that perhaps he was a border collie. He was entirely unaware that the second phase of the transformation had already begun, even as he watched tiny patches and tufts of fur pop up out of his hand. \"This meditation stuff is pretty realistic,\" he mused, chuckling quietly at himself as he turned his hand back over and watched his knuckles start to disappear under a thin veil of white fluff. \"You guys are professionals or something. It's like I'm really...changing?\"\n\nHe couldn't reach out and touch his hand to check, but he could feel it. It was subtle, so very, very subtle, like the first gentle breeze of spring rolling in through the window to wake you in the morning, but it was certainly there. \n\nIt was an itch.\n\nIt wasn't painful, not even a bit, but there was an irritating, subtle itch, crawling just under the surface of his skin as he watched more of that same skin sprout long, fluffy white fur that started to fade to black as it crawled up his forearms. \"It would appear the second phase of the transformation has begun. Are you still feeling okay, Dan?\" \n\n\"Yeah, just really wish I could scratch my arm,\" Dan replied, his mind almost entirely focused on that one particular itch, until his other hand started turning just as fuzzy. The itch was spreading now, and driving him just a little bit insane as he wriggled and writhed about in his restraints, but they didn't budge even an inch, no matter how he fought, and as deeply relaxed as he was, he couldn't put up much of a fight anyway. \"I promise I won't run, guys, just lemme scratch my arms? Pleeeeeease?\"\n\nThe scientist at the keyboard made a note, 'Already begging like a dog,' in his observations and immediately kept going as both men watched the transformation with bated breath. This wasn't their first experiment of such nature, but it was the first time they'd seen such rapid response to the serum, not to mention the first time having such a compliant test subject. Rather than resorting to panic like most subjects had in the past, Dan was taking rather quickly to dog-like tendencies, focused entirely on scratching his itch, until something else started to grab his attention more readily. \"I'm afraid we can't let you free until we're absolutely sure that you'll be mentally stable in your new state,\" the other scientist confirmed. \"Once we've made sure of that, you'll be free to run around the room at your leisure and scratch any itches you might have.\"\n\nDan started thumping his right leg, tapping and kicking it against the floor, but it wasn't just a random action. His toes were curling each time that he strained against the leather straps that kept him firmly in place, and the scientists agreed that he was trying to subconsciously kick his leg up to scratch the itch on his arms, despite knowing that he was fully restrained. \"Damn. It was worth a try,\" Dan muttered, his shoulders visibly drooping as he accepted his fate like a puppy accepting a punishment, and with his shoulders, something else started to fall forward. His ears, once upright on the side of his head, started elongating and leaning just a little bit further forward off of his head. Thanks to the heavy sedative in the serum, Dan couldn't feel any pain as his skin stretched and shifted, his ears literally making a slow, gradual climb towards the top of his head as if they were being carefully placed by a surgeon. He couldn't feel the pain, but Dan definitely felt the unusual sensation of voices no longer coming from the sides of his head, but right atop of it instead, and even without the scientists actively speaking, there was a plethora of new sounds and signals assaulting his senses. Even through the wall, he could hear the quiet, high pitched electrical squeal of the working motherboards in the computer, and the faint feedback from the microphone that even the men using it couldn't quite pick up. \"This...this is [i]unbelievable[/i]...\" he gasped to himself, finding that even the sound of his own voice had taken a slight shift.\n\n\"Could you do your best to describe it to us, Dan? Please give as much detail as possible.\"\n\n\"It's...it's like I can hear everything, even if I can't say for sure where the sound is coming from,\" Dan started to speak. His extremely sensitive ears were starting to pick up on what began as a subtle change in his voice; at first, it was simply a bit more gruff, but each time he opened his mouth to speak, he could hear thicker, throatier rumbles sneaking their way out, so much that he sounded akin to a man with a terribly sore throat, yet, he could speak perfectly clearly. \"And I think I can smell some of the stuff you put in that gas...there's lavender and vanilla, for sure, maybe even a hint of roses...?\"\n\nThe confusion in Dan's voice wasn't due to the fact that he could smell such distinctive scents, but instead, that he was able to pick them out so easily from the otherwise overwhelming smell of nitrous oxide that the gas was laced with. His mind was able to associate exactly what each individual scent was, something that he could only generalize before. \"That's very impressive, Dan. Seems to us that you'll have quite an efficient sniffer when the transformation is complete. Do you still feel well enough to continue?\"\n\nWhat was once resistance that boiled over like water in an unwatched pot was now nothing more than a curious simmer, and even if Dan were in his full right of mind, he was now far too interested in just what was going to happen to him to stop what had begun. \"I feel [b]great![/b]\" he readily admitted, his voice filled with genuine surprise as he watched the patterns of fur climbing further up his arms. Once nothing more than tufts and spots like brown patches of grass in a decaying yard, now were thriving, full and luscious. His arms looked so positively soft covered the way that they were that Dan wished he could reach out and stroke them, just to feel that all of this really was real, but his mind was turned about again by the same small, familiar itch that he felt before. This time, it originated from his chest, and sure enough, patches and tufts of fur were emerging right down the middle line of his body, starting with a thick, full tuft between his pectoral muscles, and immediately shooting down towards his navel. This new fur, bright white and begging to be petted, brought a new revelation to Dan's attention, as it ran into a little resistance around his neck. \n\n\"It seems you've become aware of the collar,\" the second scientist said over the speaker, as Dan looked right down, but couldn't see exactly what was getting in the way. Even without seeing it, he could feel the strain of the simple band of brown leather that wrapped tight around his neck, and just past the bridge of his slowly extending nose, he could see a small tag on it, but he couldn't quite read it anymore. His eyes were having trouble discerning colors, and his mind was lost in a haze like a ship drifting through the fog of an endless ocean. With each passing moment, it seemed that a new change was occurring, and now, he was having trouble processing all of them as quickly as they were happening.\n\nHe felt overwhelmed, but excited. \n\nHe felt lost, but content.\n\nHe felt...like a dog.\n\nSwarms of black fur started creeping into his vision slowly, coming around from his hips and sides, and crawling ever closer to his tummy, but they stopped in perfect accordance with the natural fur patterns of a border collie. In a way, it left Dan feeling like he still had at least an ounce of control, as he could nearly envision exactly what he looked like, even if his range of vision was a bit limited. If not for his pesky nose being in the way...\n\n[i]Wait. My nose...?[/i]\n\nIf Dan needed just one more clue that this whole experience was real, even beyond the coat of fur that now nearly enveloped his being, it was that his nose kept protruding a little bit longer with each passing moment, and suddenly, his jaws were paralyzed, and his mouth spread open in shock. He knew full well what he was in the middle of, but the unusual, eerie feeling of his jawbones melting and shifting around inside his skull was still enough to make his skin crawl under his fur. If there was one part of the ordeal he would gladly have skipped, this was it, but there was absolutely no turning back now, and the scientists took immediate notice to the fear in his slowly shrinking eyes. \"Try your best to relax, Dan. Once this is complete, the hard part will be over, and you'll begin to truly enjoy your transformation experience,\" the second scientist suggested, though his words were a bitter pill for Dan to swallow as he felt hints of pain that the sedatives simply couldn't overcome. Sharp, powerful fangs grew out of what were once nothing more than normal incisors, and his shorter, fatter human tongue sprawled out, fitting perfectly between his lower set of fangs and flattening out to fill the gap. Instead of heavy breathing from the interesting alchemy that was his pain and excitement, Dan panted rapidly, and finally, the last sound that he made with a fully human mind wasn't a human sound at all.\n\nIt was a high pitched, whining whimper.\n\n\"Have the sensors picked up on the shift in brain wave activity?\" the second scientist asked, turning to his shadowed comrade as he flipped a switch, disengaging the microphone momentarily.\n\nAfter typing a few more sentences into his data log, the first scientist nodded. \"Looks like the sensors in his wrists just picked up on the first major change in brain wave activity. His body is almost entirely canine already, and his mind is following pretty rapidly. Based on previous test subjects, I'd say he'll have a couple more rational thoughts before his mind completely shifts.\"\n\n\"Always really interesting when they see this last bit in action,\" replied the second. \"Should be good for a little bit of entertainment when he starts to panic.\" He turned back to the microphone and switched it back on, keeping a close eye on Dan as his tongue lolled out and hung from his newly made muzzle, under a gleaming set of fangs and a short, black nose. \"At this stage of the transformation, you're slightly more canine than human, Dan. However, we can't consider the transformation a complete success until you undergo a couple more changes. They may be a bit extreme, but we don't think that you'll mind them, and they'll be completely painless.\"\n\nDan could feel his butt unconsciously shaking back and forth in the chair. His mind was responding just like that of a dog, and his body reacted in kind, with the prospect of something new and exciting garnering a visible reaction out of him, both in the back, and in the front. Two different sensations were starting to fill his mind, and soon, they would be dictating his every action.\n\n\"Raaawwr?\" Dan growled curiously, doing his best to ask them what they meant, but it was the closest he could get to such a statement anymore. Even if he had completed such a thought, the scientists would have simply told him to wait and see, though perhaps, it would have been better for him to wait and feel, and the first thing that he felt was a tug at his tailbone. It wasn't painful, not one bit, but the sensation was as if someone had reached right into his flesh and grabbed his spine by the base, and was trying to yank it out. The subtle, back-and-forth wiggle of Dan's backside hesitated as he felt another eerie melting sensation, but this time, it wasn't bone. \n\nIt was flesh.\n\nLong and thin, looking much like the tail of a monkey, sans the fur, a limp and flat tube of flesh started poking out from Dan's lower back, right at the base of his spine. Without any bones in it and any fur on it, it looked like little more than an unused sausage casing, but before the scientists could become concerned, Dan's spine elongated and started to stretch out, the bones easily filling up the new growth of flesh and giving it life. The bountiful fur that already covered the whole of his back started immediately climbing down the new growth to make everything as uniform as possible, and what started as an unusual and unsightly looking growth had picked up and started wagging about. It was unsightly no more; it was a long, soft and beautiful tail, coated with thick, soft fur, and as soon as Dan could rationalize what exactly had happened behind him, it started swishing about like crazy, as if he'd just been offered a treat of his favorite brand. The last little fragments of Dan's mind that still clung to existence were excited beyond reason at what was happening to him, and deep inside, he actually felt blessed that he'd been picked out for such an experiment. Were he still too much of a human, he might feel remorse or regret for undergoing something that others might consider lewd or wrong, but he had far more in common the canines that were soon to be his brethren, and in the mind of a dog, these changes brought only excitement, joy, and the thrill of the moment.\n\nAs if the wagging of his tail wasn't enough, his body was going to show off the excitement in another way, shortly.\n\n\"Looks like you're pleased with your decision to cooperate after all!\" the second scientist observed, and his tone of voice immediately shifted from a no-nonsense, preaching attitude to something akin to a man who was chatting with his dog, even if he knew the dog couldn't understand. \"After a few of the finer points of your body make their transformation, you'll be allowed to rest before the second round of experiments. We still need to prepare your research partner, anyway, though we imagine you may already be familiar with her.\"\n\nDan's mind could still pick out the occasional word and understand the meaning. 'Research,' 'partner,' 'rest,' all of these things were still of great enough significance that he could remember what was being talked about, but the change now so greatly possessed his mind that he forgot there was an experiment going on at all, and he didn't even question the fact that his hands were still shrinking back and fattening up. His feet, already covered in a soft coat of fur, started to shift as well, as his skeletal structure made one final change. Short, stubby human nails started to grow into sharp, curved claws, each one stopping at the perfect length to avoid stabbing back into the flesh, and the bones between his ankles and feet started to melt at the same time, leaving his legs a bit droopy at the end, until the flesh caught onto the true purpose of the change and started to shift as well, until Dan's feet were anything but human. Just like the change at the ends of his wrists, Dan was now blessed with four perfect paws, as the bones behind his feet and his calves came back together, resulting in a perfect digit-grade ankle, just like that of any other border collie dog, and making his front paws clearly distinguishable from his back ones.\n\nThough shrouded in shadow, anyone would be able to see the bright smiles of the scientists as they observed a nearly perfect transformation. \"After all of the failed test runs, we've finally found a human component that the serum works on without any hiccups!\" the second scientist shouted excitedly to the first, uncaring to mute the microphone at this point. Dan turned his head back and forth as his ears gently bounced to pick up on the source of the sound, but he'd completely forgotten where it was coming from. \"There's just one more step to your transformation, Dan! Transformation can take quite a toll on the body, and we understand that. After this last phase, you'll be able to rest all you want before your partner is prepared.\"\n\nEven as a dog, this last change was profound enough to get Dan's full attention. His ears were turned to the sound of a quick [i]spritz[/i], and before his eyes could look up to the ceiling to see what had caused it, the panels were closed once again. \"In order to consider you a perfect hybrid between the two species, we have to make sure that your sexual organs have completely changed, as well,\" the second scientist explained, and between Dan's legs, his member still rested, still mostly relaxed and completely humanoid. \"However, in order to jump start the process and help the serum through to your sexual organs, we've added a small dose of pheromones to the air, extracted directly from a group of prime female canines. I'm sure you can't understand me properly anymore, but do try your best to relax, Dan. I'm afraid you'll be a bit...overpowered.\"\n\nWere Dan able to speak as a human once more, it wouldn't have mattered. There was no word in human tongues that could describe the sudden and unbearable lust filling his being. It started, unusual as it might seem to a human, right from the bridge of his muzzle, as the first of those powerful pheromones entered his nostrils and filled his lungs, and immediately spread to blanket his mind. The physical effects were even more profound, as the humanoid length between Dan's thighs started to clearly come to life, but before it could become engorged to show off his arousal, the last part of the transformation took place, and instead...it [i]retracted[/i].\n\nBubbling up from the flesh around his groin was something that Dan had never imagined seeing between his legs: a sheath. The fur that now covered each and every inch of his hybrid body was doing a great job of covering his sack to hide any changes it might undergo, but even as his length continued to sink back within his body, Dan didn't show an ounce of fear or shock. His mind was completely gone to the ways of a canine, and for him, to see the small, fuzz-covered entrance of a sheath between his legs wasn't even something to waste a thought on. The process of his member coming back inside of him was quickly undone, however, as his arousal dominated every thought of his more one-track canine mind, and while inside of his body, it seemed that even the flesh of his penis underwent a profound series of changes. As the head of his cock started to emerge, it was no longer the same color as his skin tone, but instead a stark, deep and powerful red that stood out vibrantly against the chaste white fur of his tummy. The tip had narrowed and flared just slightly towards the very end, giving it a tiny, narrow point around the opening, and as the flesh progressed down towards the base, it grew thicker and wider, bulging out with thick, bold veins. The scientists watched in wonder and elation as their experiment turned out to be a complete success, and as a gentle flood of precum started drooling down the underside of his newly transformed shaft, it was clear that Dan wasn't about to complain about it, even if he could. Just beneath the confines of his sheath, still hidden from view, a large, bulbous knot completed the change, making Dan a canine down to the very last lewd detail.\n\n\"Seems that we can document this one as our first 100% successful transformation,\" the second scientist said, doing his best to contain his excitement and remain professional to his partner, who it seemed was running the show. \"Is our second test subject just about ready?\"\n\n\"I've been keeping an eye on her on the monitor,\" the first replied, \"And it looks like her vitals are completely stable still. She's starting to come back around, if the video feed is any indication. We need to get over to the other lab [b]pronto[/b].\"\n\n\"You think she'll be just as cooperative as he was? Feels like today might be our lucky day.\"\n\n\"The females never are, Murphy, at least, that's what our collective data would suggest.\"\n\nMurphy, be that his real name or not, stood up from the desk, turned off the microphone and started to walk towards the door of the small observation room. \"Maybe we'll get lucky and find a willing vector for it, this time. Now that we have the mixture down, I think she'll be a lot more pliable once we reach the middling stages.\"\n\n\"Eager as he looks?\" the first paused, taking a moment to save all of his files and back them up to a flash drive, which he stored in his coat pocket, \"I sure hope that she's ready [b]and[/b] willing.\"\n\nWhatever devious experiments the doctors had planned for the evening ahead, Dan could care less about them. He was swimming about dreamily in a pool of feral fantasies and desires, his transformed body wiggling about excitedly, and his cock throbbing in anticipation as the gentle stream of pheromones that were fed to him kept him hard and at attention. He pointlessly tried to take advantage of his new anatomy, leaning his head and neck forward and down, trying to use the saliva coating that slick, long new tongue to satiate some of his bestial need, but he couldn't quite reach, and drops of saliva fell into his fresh new coat of fur without ever touching his length. Transformed, bound and able to do nothing more than wait, Dan's whimpers echoed in the mostly empty observation room as the scientists left him alone to rest, but if Dan could express what he really needed to the doctors in human words, he'd tell them readily, time and time again that rest was the last thing he needed.\n\nBeyond the collection of pheromones, Dan could pick up on hints of something, or perhaps, someone else in the lab, and something about her delicate aroma was very familiar.\n\nThere was a female in the lab. Her scent was in the air...and Dan didn't need rest.\n\nHe needed [i]her[/i].", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""Ahhhnn...my head..."

Steel clasps around the wrists. Tight, thick leather bonds around the ankles, tied firmly back around the legs of a chair.

"What...what happened back there? I can't hardly remember..."

A pile of clothing folded neatly on a table by his side. Painfully bright white floors and equally white walls with one window cut into them.

These were all the things that Dan could see.

"It would seem that he really doesn't remember a thing. Perhaps we put a little too much of the sedative in his food?"

On the other side of the one-way observing window, two men stood shrouded in shadow, their bodies illuminated only by the soft, calming glow of two large computer screens. "No, it's better than he doesn't have a recollection of how he got here or what he was doing before. Too much prior knowledge could have a negative impact on the results of the test," the second man replied. "Once he sees what we've done with his dinner date, I'm sure that he'll snap right back, anyway."

"I suppose you're right. Is she still under full sedation?"

"At the moment, yes. She should be awake within the hour, however, which is perfect. Gives us just enough time to fully administer the tests on our first subject here and give him a little time to recover if he needs it. Previous testing would indicate that he probably will."

"Shall we get started right away then, sir?"

The second man flicked a switch on the keyboard just beneath his computer screen. "Definitely. There's no time to waste," he affirmed, and reached a fingertip up to gently poke a microphone that emerged from the computer console before him. "Good morning, stranger. How are you feeling?"

Still not fully aware of his situation, Dan tensed as he heard a voice coming from the ceiling. Just like the floor and walls, the ceiling was stark white and there appeared to be no speakers, leaving the poor man even further disoriented. "I...I still feel a little bit dizzy," he admitted, answering to the invisible voice and feeling a little bit silly for doing so. "What is this place? Where is that voice coming from?"

"We're just behind the window that's slightly to your right front," the second man answered, "but for the sake of this experiment, I'm afraid we have to keep ourselves out of view. We hope that you'll understand."

"Understand?! I don't even know where the hell I am! I have no idea who you are either, for that matter! Wait...my clothes! Where are my clothes?!" Dan panicked, the sedatives wearing off just enough for him to feel the cold, harsh steel against his wrists and the tight grip of treated leather holding his legs tight to the base of a simple, wooden chair. A quick struggle with the chair and a flail of his head turned his view upon his clothes, set and neatly folded on the table next to him, but he was naked as the day he was born, stripped down past his skivvies, and the restraints made sure that he wasn't getting dressed anytime soon. "This isn't funny! What the hell is going on here?"

"Please understand, sir, that we agree. This is no laughing matter," the voice confirmed. "We have a series of very serious tests to run, and after some close observation, we've determined you to be a perfect candidate for this particular set of experiments."

"Experiments?" Dan asked, his expression twisted with a hint of disgust. "I don't care how important they are, I'm not consenting to this!"

The man speaking into the microphone put his hand over it and glanced to his companion. They shared a brief, devious chuckle, and after a couple of whispers that were just out of reach of Dan's ears, he moved his hand back away. "There are only two problems with that, sir. First and foremost, the experiment has already begun inside of you, and second, once the full effects take place, we have a feeling you won't be oppose us finishing the experiment one bit."

Dan shook his head, and his hands started shaking in pure frustration. "NO WAY! You guys are gonna come out of there, let me out of this damn chair, and if I'm feeling generous I might not call the cops and have this whole operation shut down!"

"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen, sir. We have experiments to run, and time is of the essence, so could you please state your name for the record?"

"...You're joking. You guys seriously aren't going to let me out of here?"

"Things are already in motion, sir. Your name, please?"

Dan rolled his eyes. "Dan. My name is Dan, and that's all I'm telling you."

"That'll do just fine, sir." The first man behind the window was sitting at the computer console now as well, with a form opened up on his screen. Only having that little bit of information, Dan could hear him doing an awful lot of typing through the ambient noise captured by the microphone. "Do you have a fear of needles, Dan?"

"You guys aren't poking me with any needles!" Dan protested, though, he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop anyone from poking him if it came to that. His nerves started to kick into high gear, and his heart rate accelerated rapidly as what started out as an unusual way to wake up was quickly turning into worst case scenario.

WHIIIIIIIIIIIR.

Dan whipped his head around to the left and right so fast that he almost gave himself a case of whiplash, but he couldn't help his panicked reaction. At least one man, perhaps many more, had him captive against his will and based on his restraints, it was obvious that not only did they not want him to go anywhere, but they didn't even want him to move. Still, a quick look around to the sides didn't reveal anything.

It was when he looked straight up that he started to worry once more.

"That's perfectly fine, Dan. Most people opt against taking the needle, and we certainly don't blame them. This particular method works a little bit slower than injection, but the end results should be exactly the same."

Two panels had moved aside, creating two large, square holes in the otherwise spotless, white ceiling. A couple of vents had appeared in the holes, looking like a pair of shower heads that hung innocently enough from the ceiling. As Dan's ears picked up on a quiet fiiiiiiiiiiissssss, his fears went right back through the roof.

They're gassing me. These guys are a couple of sick, twisted bastards that capture people and murder them in all kinds of sick, twisted ways for fun. Holy shit gonnadiegonnadiegonnadie...

Fear like Dan had never known literally paralyzed him in the chair, rendering him motionless even if he wasn't restrained to the chair. That very same fear kept him from holding his breath, and instead, he reacted as any other human would in the moments of a panic attack. His chest rose and fell rapidly, heaving and huffing in deeply despite his mind yelling desperately at him to hold his breath and try and wait out whatever gas was being dispersed throughout the room. Even more concerning to Dan was the fact that there was no visible gas whatsoever coming from the vents; if not for the ominous sound of air being pushed through, he would never have known anything was actually being released into the room.

"Please do your best to relax, Dan. You only need to take in a small sample of the chemicals in order for the reaction to take place."

Dan was sure that they were toying with him. He wasn't sure if the faint, light-headed feeling was his body getting ready to black out, or perhaps some kind of sensation related to the gas that he was still convinced was going to kill him. He gritted his teeth together tightly, every muscle in his body tensing up as he did his best not to lose consciousness, but the continued flow of gas kept his heart and his mind racing each other in a dead sprint. "That's a little easier said than done right now!!"

"We understand. You're quite fortunate that the first stage of the transformation is an overwhelming sense of calm and relaxation."

Transformation...?

"Are you still with us, Dan?"

Did they just say transformation? "Yes, I'm still with you. What the hell is really going on here?"

One of the men was still busy typing away at his keyboard, keeping a very close eye on Dan as he did. "Subject still appears normal. The cuffs aren't picking up any changes in vital signs just yet, and we lucked out. It seems that hearing the word 'transformation' has slowed down his heart rate enough that we can safely continue."

"Good. Dan, if you're still listening, we can start to explain a couple things to you while the gas takes effect."

Of course. Now they're willing to talk about it, Dan mentally groaned. "I still can't move yet, so I guess I'm listening." Despite his irritation with the mystery scientists, Dan could feel the start of an overwhelming and uncontrollable calm, descending on him like a sudden summer rain.

Another collection of low, mechanical hums traveled through Dan's ears as the panels in the ceiling started to retract, and the sound of the gas pouring out slowly calm to a halt, and then faded altogether. "The wonders of the animal kingdom have a lot to offer to us, Dan. Tell us, are you a fan of animals? Do you have a particular favorite?"

"B-border collies. I'm a pretty big fan of border collies," Dan repeated, stammering through his first few words as the relaxing sensation was taking full effect, and already, he was finding himself a bit listless and pliable. He was tripping over the simplest of thoughts. "I do like all animals, though..."

"That's very good. Try to focus very hard on a border collie, then, and otherwise, just relax in the chair. Forget that you even have restraints around your ankles and wrists; just do your best to relax, and focus on how wonderful life might be if we could be more like border collies."

The experiment seemed to be taking a sharp, sudden turn from a scientific endeavor to a simple meditation session, but Dan was fully under their spell now, and was quite enjoying the moment. His mind was instantly filled with an endless array of images, all of happy, playful border collie pups running around, rolling on their backs in fields of tall, bright green grass, playing a lengthy game of fetch with their loving owners, nestling up close to a comforting hand as it brushed and scratched at the base of soft, floppy ears...

Dan wasn't just imagining things, anymore. He felt as though he was living the experience, all through some mental manipulation and a little airborne serum.

"Are you still with us, Dan? How do you feel?"

Dan's eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each long, deep breath that he drew. He was at risk of falling asleep right there in the chair, but the wonderful daydream of actually being a border collie had become so convincing that when he turned his hand up to look at his palm, he almost believed he saw pawpads instead of fingertips. "I feel great...reaaaaaaaally great. What was this experiment you guys were talking about, again?"

"Perfect. He's ready," the scientist behind the microphone whispered to his partner, who was still typing away rapidly and recording every single observation that he could. "As I was saying earlier, we're very interested in the wonders of the animal kingdom, and in this particular laboratory, we run experiments to see how much closer we can get to blending the worlds of humans and animals so that we might learn more about them, learn why they are the way they are, and more about how they think, feel and act. Animals aren't capable of telling us these things, and we can only learn so much through simple observation, but we've found that by blurring the lines just a little bit, and bringing humans and animals closer than they've ever been before, we can learn more than the scientific community has ever thought possible."

Most of the words were lost on Dan, who was feigning consciousness throughout the speech, but one thing in particular stuck out to him. "Blending...the lines...?"

"Indeed. Science has only come just so far, but we're closer than ever, Dan. We'd like to take another step forward with you, and we'll be taking it momentarily. Any minute now, the second phase of your transformation should begin."

Dan hardly remembered that he was in the middle of a transformation. All he felt was stress-defying relaxation, and there was no indication in his mind or body that anything was going to change, but the more he admired his hand, the more he really started to believe that perhaps he was a border collie. He was entirely unaware that the second phase of the transformation had already begun, even as he watched tiny patches and tufts of fur pop up out of his hand. "This meditation stuff is pretty realistic," he mused, chuckling quietly at himself as he turned his hand back over and watched his knuckles start to disappear under a thin veil of white fluff. "You guys are professionals or something. It's like I'm really...changing?"

He couldn't reach out and touch his hand to check, but he could feel it. It was subtle, so very, very subtle, like the first gentle breeze of spring rolling in through the window to wake you in the morning, but it was certainly there.

It was an itch.

It wasn't painful, not even a bit, but there was an irritating, subtle itch, crawling just under the surface of his skin as he watched more of that same skin sprout long, fluffy white fur that started to fade to black as it crawled up his forearms. "It would appear the second phase of the transformation has begun. Are you still feeling okay, Dan?"

"Yeah, just really wish I could scratch my arm," Dan replied, his mind almost entirely focused on that one particular itch, until his other hand started turning just as fuzzy. The itch was spreading now, and driving him just a little bit insane as he wriggled and writhed about in his restraints, but they didn't budge even an inch, no matter how he fought, and as deeply relaxed as he was, he couldn't put up much of a fight anyway. "I promise I won't run, guys, just lemme scratch my arms? Pleeeeeease?"

The scientist at the keyboard made a note, 'Already begging like a dog,' in his observations and immediately kept going as both men watched the transformation with bated breath. This wasn't their first experiment of such nature, but it was the first time they'd seen such rapid response to the serum, not to mention the first time having such a compliant test subject. Rather than resorting to panic like most subjects had in the past, Dan was taking rather quickly to dog-like tendencies, focused entirely on scratching his itch, until something else started to grab his attention more readily. "I'm afraid we can't let you free until we're absolutely sure that you'll be mentally stable in your new state," the other scientist confirmed. "Once we've made sure of that, you'll be free to run around the room at your leisure and scratch any itches you might have."

Dan started thumping his right leg, tapping and kicking it against the floor, but it wasn't just a random action. His toes were curling each time that he strained against the leather straps that kept him firmly in place, and the scientists agreed that he was trying to subconsciously kick his leg up to scratch the itch on his arms, despite knowing that he was fully restrained. "Damn. It was worth a try," Dan muttered, his shoulders visibly drooping as he accepted his fate like a puppy accepting a punishment, and with his shoulders, something else started to fall forward. His ears, once upright on the side of his head, started elongating and leaning just a little bit further forward off of his head. Thanks to the heavy sedative in the serum, Dan couldn't feel any pain as his skin stretched and shifted, his ears literally making a slow, gradual climb towards the top of his head as if they were being carefully placed by a surgeon. He couldn't feel the pain, but Dan definitely felt the unusual sensation of voices no longer coming from the sides of his head, but right atop of it instead, and even without the scientists actively speaking, there was a plethora of new sounds and signals assaulting his senses. Even through the wall, he could hear the quiet, high pitched electrical squeal of the working motherboards in the computer, and the faint feedback from the microphone that even the men using it couldn't quite pick up. "This...this is unbelievable..." he gasped to himself, finding that even the sound of his own voice had taken a slight shift.

"Could you do your best to describe it to us, Dan? Please give as much detail as possible."

"It's...it's like I can hear everything, even if I can't say for sure where the sound is coming from," Dan started to speak. His extremely sensitive ears were starting to pick up on what began as a subtle change in his voice; at first, it was simply a bit more gruff, but each time he opened his mouth to speak, he could hear thicker, throatier rumbles sneaking their way out, so much that he sounded akin to a man with a terribly sore throat, yet, he could speak perfectly clearly. "And I think I can smell some of the stuff you put in that gas...there's lavender and vanilla, for sure, maybe even a hint of roses...?"

The confusion in Dan's voice wasn't due to the fact that he could smell such distinctive scents, but instead, that he was able to pick them out so easily from the otherwise overwhelming smell of nitrous oxide that the gas was laced with. His mind was able to associate exactly what each individual scent was, something that he could only generalize before. "That's very impressive, Dan. Seems to us that you'll have quite an efficient sniffer when the transformation is complete. Do you still feel well enough to continue?"

What was once resistance that boiled over like water in an unwatched pot was now nothing more than a curious simmer, and even if Dan were in his full right of mind, he was now far too interested in just what was going to happen to him to stop what had begun. "I feel great!" he readily admitted, his voice filled with genuine surprise as he watched the patterns of fur climbing further up his arms. Once nothing more than tufts and spots like brown patches of grass in a decaying yard, now were thriving, full and luscious. His arms looked so positively soft covered the way that they were that Dan wished he could reach out and stroke them, just to feel that all of this really was real, but his mind was turned about again by the same small, familiar itch that he felt before. This time, it originated from his chest, and sure enough, patches and tufts of fur were emerging right down the middle line of his body, starting with a thick, full tuft between his pectoral muscles, and immediately shooting down towards his navel. This new fur, bright white and begging to be petted, brought a new revelation to Dan's attention, as it ran into a little resistance around his neck.

"It seems you've become aware of the collar," the second scientist said over the speaker, as Dan looked right down, but couldn't see exactly what was getting in the way. Even without seeing it, he could feel the strain of the simple band of brown leather that wrapped tight around his neck, and just past the bridge of his slowly extending nose, he could see a small tag on it, but he couldn't quite read it anymore. His eyes were having trouble discerning colors, and his mind was lost in a haze like a ship drifting through the fog of an endless ocean. With each passing moment, it seemed that a new change was occurring, and now, he was having trouble processing all of them as quickly as they were happening.

He felt overwhelmed, but excited.

He felt lost, but content.

He felt...like a dog.

Swarms of black fur started creeping into his vision slowly, coming around from his hips and sides, and crawling ever closer to his tummy, but they stopped in perfect accordance with the natural fur patterns of a border collie. In a way, it left Dan feeling like he still had at least an ounce of control, as he could nearly envision exactly what he looked like, even if his range of vision was a bit limited. If not for his pesky nose being in the way...

Wait. My nose...?

If Dan needed just one more clue that this whole experience was real, even beyond the coat of fur that now nearly enveloped his being, it was that his nose kept protruding a little bit longer with each passing moment, and suddenly, his jaws were paralyzed, and his mouth spread open in shock. He knew full well what he was in the middle of, but the unusual, eerie feeling of his jawbones melting and shifting around inside his skull was still enough to make his skin crawl under his fur. If there was one part of the ordeal he would gladly have skipped, this was it, but there was absolutely no turning back now, and the scientists took immediate notice to the fear in his slowly shrinking eyes. "Try your best to relax, Dan. Once this is complete, the hard part will be over, and you'll begin to truly enjoy your transformation experience," the second scientist suggested, though his words were a bitter pill for Dan to swallow as he felt hints of pain that the sedatives simply couldn't overcome. Sharp, powerful fangs grew out of what were once nothing more than normal incisors, and his shorter, fatter human tongue sprawled out, fitting perfectly between his lower set of fangs and flattening out to fill the gap. Instead of heavy breathing from the interesting alchemy that was his pain and excitement, Dan panted rapidly, and finally, the last sound that he made with a fully human mind wasn't a human sound at all.

It was a high pitched, whining whimper.

"Have the sensors picked up on the shift in brain wave activity?" the second scientist asked, turning to his shadowed comrade as he flipped a switch, disengaging the microphone momentarily.

After typing a few more sentences into his data log, the first scientist nodded. "Looks like the sensors in his wrists just picked up on the first major change in brain wave activity. His body is almost entirely canine already, and his mind is following pretty rapidly. Based on previous test subjects, I'd say he'll have a couple more rational thoughts before his mind completely shifts."

"Always really interesting when they see this last bit in action," replied the second. "Should be good for a little bit of entertainment when he starts to panic." He turned back to the microphone and switched it back on, keeping a close eye on Dan as his tongue lolled out and hung from his newly made muzzle, under a gleaming set of fangs and a short, black nose. "At this stage of the transformation, you're slightly more canine than human, Dan. However, we can't consider the transformation a complete success until you undergo a couple more changes. They may be a bit extreme, but we don't think that you'll mind them, and they'll be completely painless."

Dan could feel his butt unconsciously shaking back and forth in the chair. His mind was responding just like that of a dog, and his body reacted in kind, with the prospect of something new and exciting garnering a visible reaction out of him, both in the back, and in the front. Two different sensations were starting to fill his mind, and soon, they would be dictating his every action.

"Raaawwr?" Dan growled curiously, doing his best to ask them what they meant, but it was the closest he could get to such a statement anymore. Even if he had completed such a thought, the scientists would have simply told him to wait and see, though perhaps, it would have been better for him to wait and feel, and the first thing that he felt was a tug at his tailbone. It wasn't painful, not one bit, but the sensation was as if someone had reached right into his flesh and grabbed his spine by the base, and was trying to yank it out. The subtle, back-and-forth wiggle of Dan's backside hesitated as he felt another eerie melting sensation, but this time, it wasn't bone.

It was flesh.

Long and thin, looking much like the tail of a monkey, sans the fur, a limp and flat tube of flesh started poking out from Dan's lower back, right at the base of his spine. Without any bones in it and any fur on it, it looked like little more than an unused sausage casing, but before the scientists could become concerned, Dan's spine elongated and started to stretch out, the bones easily filling up the new growth of flesh and giving it life. The bountiful fur that already covered the whole of his back started immediately climbing down the new growth to make everything as uniform as possible, and what started as an unusual and unsightly looking growth had picked up and started wagging about. It was unsightly no more; it was a long, soft and beautiful tail, coated with thick, soft fur, and as soon as Dan could rationalize what exactly had happened behind him, it started swishing about like crazy, as if he'd just been offered a treat of his favorite brand. The last little fragments of Dan's mind that still clung to existence were excited beyond reason at what was happening to him, and deep inside, he actually felt blessed that he'd been picked out for such an experiment. Were he still too much of a human, he might feel remorse or regret for undergoing something that others might consider lewd or wrong, but he had far more in common the canines that were soon to be his brethren, and in the mind of a dog, these changes brought only excitement, joy, and the thrill of the moment.

As if the wagging of his tail wasn't enough, his body was going to show off the excitement in another way, shortly.

"Looks like you're pleased with your decision to cooperate after all!" the second scientist observed, and his tone of voice immediately shifted from a no-nonsense, preaching attitude to something akin to a man who was chatting with his dog, even if he knew the dog couldn't understand. "After a few of the finer points of your body make their transformation, you'll be allowed to rest before the second round of experiments. We still need to prepare your research partner, anyway, though we imagine you may already be familiar with her."

Dan's mind could still pick out the occasional word and understand the meaning. 'Research,' 'partner,' 'rest,' all of these things were still of great enough significance that he could remember what was being talked about, but the change now so greatly possessed his mind that he forgot there was an experiment going on at all, and he didn't even question the fact that his hands were still shrinking back and fattening up. His feet, already covered in a soft coat of fur, started to shift as well, as his skeletal structure made one final change. Short, stubby human nails started to grow into sharp, curved claws, each one stopping at the perfect length to avoid stabbing back into the flesh, and the bones between his ankles and feet started to melt at the same time, leaving his legs a bit droopy at the end, until the flesh caught onto the true purpose of the change and started to shift as well, until Dan's feet were anything but human. Just like the change at the ends of his wrists, Dan was now blessed with four perfect paws, as the bones behind his feet and his calves came back together, resulting in a perfect digit-grade ankle, just like that of any other border collie dog, and making his front paws clearly distinguishable from his back ones.

Though shrouded in shadow, anyone would be able to see the bright smiles of the scientists as they observed a nearly perfect transformation. "After all of the failed test runs, we've finally found a human component that the serum works on without any hiccups!" the second scientist shouted excitedly to the first, uncaring to mute the microphone at this point. Dan turned his head back and forth as his ears gently bounced to pick up on the source of the sound, but he'd completely forgotten where it was coming from. "There's just one more step to your transformation, Dan! Transformation can take quite a toll on the body, and we understand that. After this last phase, you'll be able to rest all you want before your partner is prepared."

Even as a dog, this last change was profound enough to get Dan's full attention. His ears were turned to the sound of a quick spritz, and before his eyes could look up to the ceiling to see what had caused it, the panels were closed once again. "In order to consider you a perfect hybrid between the two species, we have to make sure that your sexual organs have completely changed, as well," the second scientist explained, and between Dan's legs, his member still rested, still mostly relaxed and completely humanoid. "However, in order to jump start the process and help the serum through to your sexual organs, we've added a small dose of pheromones to the air, extracted directly from a group of prime female canines. I'm sure you can't understand me properly anymore, but do try your best to relax, Dan. I'm afraid you'll be a bit...overpowered."

Were Dan able to speak as a human once more, it wouldn't have mattered. There was no word in human tongues that could describe the sudden and unbearable lust filling his being. It started, unusual as it might seem to a human, right from the bridge of his muzzle, as the first of those powerful pheromones entered his nostrils and filled his lungs, and immediately spread to blanket his mind. The physical effects were even more profound, as the humanoid length between Dan's thighs started to clearly come to life, but before it could become engorged to show off his arousal, the last part of the transformation took place, and instead...it retracted.

Bubbling up from the flesh around his groin was something that Dan had never imagined seeing between his legs: a sheath. The fur that now covered each and every inch of his hybrid body was doing a great job of covering his sack to hide any changes it might undergo, but even as his length continued to sink back within his body, Dan didn't show an ounce of fear or shock. His mind was completely gone to the ways of a canine, and for him, to see the small, fuzz-covered entrance of a sheath between his legs wasn't even something to waste a thought on. The process of his member coming back inside of him was quickly undone, however, as his arousal dominated every thought of his more one-track canine mind, and while inside of his body, it seemed that even the flesh of his penis underwent a profound series of changes. As the head of his cock started to emerge, it was no longer the same color as his skin tone, but instead a stark, deep and powerful red that stood out vibrantly against the chaste white fur of his tummy. The tip had narrowed and flared just slightly towards the very end, giving it a tiny, narrow point around the opening, and as the flesh progressed down towards the base, it grew thicker and wider, bulging out with thick, bold veins. The scientists watched in wonder and elation as their experiment turned out to be a complete success, and as a gentle flood of precum started drooling down the underside of his newly transformed shaft, it was clear that Dan wasn't about to complain about it, even if he could. Just beneath the confines of his sheath, still hidden from view, a large, bulbous knot completed the change, making Dan a canine down to the very last lewd detail.

"Seems that we can document this one as our first 100% successful transformation," the second scientist said, doing his best to contain his excitement and remain professional to his partner, who it seemed was running the show. "Is our second test subject just about ready?"

"I've been keeping an eye on her on the monitor," the first replied, "And it looks like her vitals are completely stable still. She's starting to come back around, if the video feed is any indication. We need to get over to the other lab pronto."

"You think she'll be just as cooperative as he was? Feels like today might be our lucky day."

"The females never are, Murphy, at least, that's what our collective data would suggest."

Murphy, be that his real name or not, stood up from the desk, turned off the microphone and started to walk towards the door of the small observation room. "Maybe we'll get lucky and find a willing vector for it, this time. Now that we have the mixture down, I think she'll be a lot more pliable once we reach the middling stages."

"Eager as he looks?" the first paused, taking a moment to save all of his files and back them up to a flash drive, which he stored in his coat pocket, "I sure hope that she's ready and willing."

Whatever devious experiments the doctors had planned for the evening ahead, Dan could care less about them. He was swimming about dreamily in a pool of feral fantasies and desires, his transformed body wiggling about excitedly, and his cock throbbing in anticipation as the gentle stream of pheromones that were fed to him kept him hard and at attention. He pointlessly tried to take advantage of his new anatomy, leaning his head and neck forward and down, trying to use the saliva coating that slick, long new tongue to satiate some of his bestial need, but he couldn't quite reach, and drops of saliva fell into his fresh new coat of fur without ever touching his length. Transformed, bound and able to do nothing more than wait, Dan's whimpers echoed in the mostly empty observation room as the scientists left him alone to rest, but if Dan could express what he really needed to the doctors in human words, he'd tell them readily, time and time again that rest was the last thing he needed.

Beyond the collection of pheromones, Dan could pick up on hints of something, or perhaps, someone else in the lab, and something about her delicate aroma was very familiar.

There was a female in the lab. Her scent was in the air...and Dan didn't need rest.

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