[center][b][u]A New Test Subject[/u][/b][/center]
[center]Chapter 2[/center]

Jack woke with a sour taste in his mouth. In his groggy state, he remembered the events of the previous night as though they had been a dream. A good dream where he'd been manhandled by a sexy science fox. Julian, with his gleaming ruddy brown fur and a spark of genius in his blue eyes, was too good to be real.

His cock ached, the straining morning wood ready and waiting to release. He wearily reached down to paw at his member, but his paw brushed up against a smoothed over section on his crotch. Jack bolted awake and looked down, only to confirm his fears. His cock was missing.

"Good morning sleepyhead." A voice called out from beside him. It was then that he realized he wasn't in his own bed, nor was this his bedroom. As his head was catching up, he felt a paw grip his shaft. He would have loved some release, but as he turned, he saw his flared package being held by the fox he was convinced he'd made up in a dream.

"It was all real?" Jack asked, salivating slightly at the sight of his leaking cock.

"Of course it was, and we've got a lot of work to do." Julian replied. He gently squeezed the detached member he held captive, eliciting a moan from the jackalope. Jack reached out to take his cock back from the fox, but he pulled away, shaking his head. The cock visibly twitched. For a second Jack thought he might pop right then and there, but then the feeling died down and left him even more frustrated.

"Can I, um, can I see it? Master?" He blushed and slunk in the bed, hoping that the title might appeal to the fox enough for him to hand over the cock.

"Haha, where did that come from? Not that I mind, I just didn't expect it." Julian stood from the bed and made his way over to the workbench. "I can't let you play yet, there are a couple experiments I need to run that require you to be pent up." He took out a glass container and dropped the cock inside before screwing on the lid. Jack stared at his hopeless genitals with dismay. He was already pent up, waiting longer was going to put a terrible strain on him.

"What kind of experiments?" He hoped that if they got through them quickly, the fox would change his mind. He kept glancing over to the jar, which was beginning to fog up, a drop of pre sliding down the side of the glass. Julian picked up the container and locked it inside a small cabinet.

"More tests will be necessary to determine the limitations of the enhanced formula. It's already a good sign that you seem to have your strength back, but some stress tests will be good. It always pays off to be thorough. Please take a seat in the exam chair and we'll get started." Julian's voice switched back to the clinical scientist tone he'd used the night before. Jack obeyed, taking a seat in the center of the room, partially excited to see what the fox had in mind.

Jack bit his lip as Julian sauntered around the room, as though on a quest to gather all necessary materials. Julian hadn't bothered putting on any clothing, leaving his body completely on display for the jackalope. His bushy tail swayed back and forth, revealing the lighter brown fur covering his petit butt. His favorite view though was whenever Julian turned to face him, the cute vulpine sheath hiding a monster of a cock and those perfect orbs dangling underneath. Jack let out a huff and rubbed his empty crotch. It was torture, plain and simple.

"Sorry for the delay, let's begin." Julian's cock tip started to poke out of his sheath. Whatever he had planned, he was obviously attempting not to let it turn him on. And he was failing. Julian brought a few tools over and placed them on a rolling table next to the chair. The one that grabbed Jack's attention the most was the same scalpel the fox had used the night before to remove his cock. 

Julian picked up a rubber mallet and tapped at Jack's knee. His leg kicked in response, but also noticed that the mallet left a small indent in his knee. He reached down and ran his paw over it, squeezing until it appeared his leg was back to normal. Julian shook his head.

"Now, now, I can't have you interrupting the experiments like that. I need to observe what happens naturally." Julian grinned, his statement sounding a bit forced, as he grabbed a rope. "Now sit still or you won't be getting your dick at all today."

Julian took one of Jack's arms and tied it to the arm of the chair, the rope was so tight that it created an indent in his wrist. It didn't hurt, his body still malleable from whatever injection Julian had used the night before, but it was done in such a way that he couldn't remove his arm from the restraint even if he wanted to. Julian made quick work of the second restraint, keeping Jack's arms tied tight in place. He then did the same to both of Jack's legs.

Once Julian was convinced Jack couldn't move, he picked up a larger metal hammer. With one swift motion, the hammer smacked into his knee, sending a tremor through his entire body. There wasn't any pain, but that didn't make the sensation any less weird. When he looked down, his entire knee was now curved inward. If he wasn't restrained, he might have been able to bend it in the opposite direction, like a dog. Julian switched to the other leg and smacked it harder than the first. The hammer made a clanking sound as it went straight through his knee and into the chair underneath.

"What are you doing!?" Jack wondered if he would ever be able to walk again.

"I need to make sure that major changes to your body can be reversed. This will help with that determination." Julian grabbed the scalpel and sliced through both of Jack's legs where they connected to his torso. Then he untied the ropes and lifted Jack's severed legs away from his body. Jack wiggled his toes and giggled at the strange feeling of seeing his separated body parts react. Not only were they detached, but they had been smashed at the knee, and yet they still appeared at least slightly functional.

Julian placed each leg down on the workbench, taking a moment to slowly run his finger along the bottom of Jack's foot. Jack squirmed, flexing his toes to try to stop the tickling sensation. Just when he thought it couldn't get more unbearable, Julian switched to the other foot. By now the vulpine's entire length was engorged beyond the sheath.

Jack struggled against his arm restraints, sliding down in his seat as his feet were tortured. Instinctually, he tried to bend his flattened knees and after a couple of attempts, it actually felt like it was beginning to work. He watched his legs on the workbench slowly starting to bend and regain strength.

"Very good." Julian finally relinquished him from the torment, switching from tickling to massaging. His paws pushed and prodded multiple pressure points and Jack's struggling ceased. He closed his eyes and felt like he was melting in bliss. Julian's kneading fingers expertly manipulated his digits. He flexed his toes, a renewed energy coursing through his legs that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Interesting, very interesting." Julian moved away from his feet and rested a hand on Jack's knee.

"What? What's wrong?" Jack was brought back down to earth, feeling a pang of disappointment that the fox had stopped playing with his feet.

"Oh, absolutely nothing. Just my hypothesis for the third experiment was slightly off. I expected low level stimulation, the tickling, to be more effective in getting your muscle memory to reshape your leg. In fact, the foot massage was at least twice as fast for recovery. I've read articles on reflexology and the healing power of massages, but I always considered it a load of crock."

"That's good, right?" Jack was having difficulty following the scientist's line of thinking. It didn't help that his concentration had turned back to that wonderful fox cock. In one swift motion, he willed his leg to bend at the knee and pushed his foot paw against Julian's leaking member. He gripped what he could with his toes.

"That's very good." Julian huffed. He grabbed Jack's foot and squeezed it against his shaft. His grip tightened, molding the foot to the shape of his cock. The sensation of his foot folding in on itself, and ultimately wrapping around the fox's shaft, was strange but delightful. He could feel the fox's pre soaking into his foot pad.

Julian sliced the foot off at the ankle and sat back in his chair, pumping into the Jackalope's foot-turned-cocksleeve. As he pumped, Jack's foot stretched and thinned to the point where he could see the shape of the vulp within, including the enormous knot that formed at the base. If he thought the massage felt good, the stretching and kneading of his foot was a million times more relaxing.

Julian moaned, his teeth chittering as he pawed. Then, like a water jet in a Jacuzzi, the fox's seed pulsed into the pad of his foot paw. The white hot spunk was powerful enough to pierce through a thinned section of his skin, spilling out and over the top. Julian leaned back in the chair, huffing, his fur giving off a slight radiant glow.

"Whoops," Julian held up Jack's flattened and soaked foot, "I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry, it was a moment of weakness on my part." Julian blushed, and it was one of the strangest sights he'd ever seen. Considering the nature of their one day relationship, Jack hadn't expected any less from the fox.

"No need to apologize. I actually really enjoyed watching you go at it like that. And it kind of felt good too." Jack admitted.

"I still feel bad, I tend to let my horniness get the better of me." Julian stole a glance up toward the shelf, his eyes falling on a jar filled with vibrating goo. There was no doubt in Jack's mind, there was another person in there, but he wasn't sure he was ready to hear what happened. He imagined what it must have felt like to be liquid, to be trapped inside a jar on a shelf. Surprisingly, even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, the thought turned him on a bit.

"Don't feel bad, you can have your way with me... master" Jack blushed and winked, wondering what else the fox might have in store for him next.

[center][i]To Be Continued[/i][/center]