How had I gotten here?  An opaque puddle of off-white goo found thoughts wandering through its mass, passing uncertainties echoed across its viscous surface.  Beyond the almost translucent holding cell’s walls was a dimly lit white room with all manner of laboratory equipment.  The room felt somehow comforting in its familiarity.  The unidentified substance slid along the floor of its holding absent-mindedly, feeling its vision, and any thoughts it held going in and out of focus.
	The dim lights slowly brightened, a few LEDs coming to life, feeds running through monitors at the far desk.  A tall, slender brown lagomorph with perky ears, curly, shoulder-length brown hair, and thick-rimmed glasses, entered the room, tapping a pen on a clipboard.  Her solid white lab coat hid most of her figure, but the entity could feel visions of wide hips, an invitingly plump stomach, and other proportionately enticing assets.
	“Good morning Doctor…”  She eyed over the curious puddle; it merely gurgled and bubbled a little in response.  Her words passed through it, but didn’t seem to hold.  “No, I guess that’s not right, is it?  You’re certainly not a doctor anymore, not like that.  Though, I think a more fitting form would be in order though, at the very least…”  She stepped over to the console and busied herself inputting a lengthy series of keystrokes.  A wheeled mould attached to the transparent cage, and what sounded like a simple air compressor flipped on somewhere out of sight.
What little traction the surface of the cage could provide did nothing to prevent the puddle from being sucked into the mould that had attached itself, and within a matter of seconds, the gelatinous goo filled into the mould, taking a form that it found reminiscent.  Of what, it could not place, but reminiscent nonetheless.  “Are you feeling a bit more whole now?  Why don’t you try to say something?”  A bemused, almost giddy expression draped across the rabbit’s bespectacled face as she observed the goo filled into the rabbit-shaped mould.
“W-what…?”  A mouth formed, but quickly disappeared, the goo quick to confirm to its cast.
“Seems you’re still a bit disoriented.  I’m going to inject you with a stabilizer so you can be a little bit more solid…”  The rabbit woman took a syringe filled with a clear solution and injected it into a catheter attached to the mould.  “It should help you clear your head a bit and regain some of your old appearance, too.”
As the solution entered the goo, it began to take on more visible features and textures; tufts of gooey hair protruded from its head, patches of fur melded in with the texture, paws formed, and wide, blue eyes and mouth, slightly agape in awe, spread across its face.  The mould made a creaking noise, and drew open; it was only then that the creature noticed binds in place to keep it from moving.
“Well, what do you think?  Pretty nice job, wouldn’t you say?  Especially considering how eager you were to discredit my theory earlier…”  The rabbit woman put a mirror to the creature’s face, revealing some fusion of gelatinous goo, and rabbit.  After pausing on it briefly, she began to lower and angle the mirror, until it reached his crotch.  “Didn’t miss a single detail, right down to the size and shape, see?”
The goo bun blushed and clasped his eyes shut, “H-hey, where do you think you’re pointing that mirror!?”  He squirmed, but despite his body being of dubious structural integrity, found himself unable to shake free of the bonds.  Thoughts were flooding back into his head, bit by bit; a tenuous alliance between two bunnies whose departments’ funding was jeopardized, a long series of failed experiments and exceedingly heated arguments, a mutual resignation towards damnation…  His head throbbed a bit.
“I had no idea you had such a party animal hiding behind that stiff upper lip… well, not so stiff anymore anyway, but you know.  I’ve gotta say though Doc, the ether really hits you harder than most.  Do you even remember anything from last night yet?”  She chuckled.
“What have you… done to me??”  The goo bunny was still far too mentally fogged-out to recall all the details.  A surprise deadline, broken flasks and beakers…  A defeated scientist, huffing ether from a bar towel, and passing it to an equally-resigned woman beside him.  So close to the breakthrough they needed, he had been so certain.
A shouting match took place between the two somewhere in between, or during, or after the ether had spilled.  The shouting match, he vaguely recalled, ended in him being pinned to the countertop and kissed deeply.  Another blank in his memories, the two were strewn across one another, lab coats bunched and disheveled.  “A-and for that matter, what did we do last night…?”
“Some gentlebun you are, asking a question like that.  You were such a brute last night, too.  But I suppose I got what I was after nonetheless…”  She chuckled to herself.  The goo bun’s memories melded back into the back of his mind as the gravity of the situation took hold.
“You… you used me as the test subject for your experiment!  You knew the results could be catastrophic, fatal even, and yet, you…!”  He thrashed against the restraints, unsure how to control the nature of his new form.
“Poor bun, if only you could see how you struggle now.  Too bad you couldn’t bring any of that vigor to last night’s performance.  ...But, I suppose I can’t entirely fault you.  Ether will do that to a man.  Or in this case, a boy…”  She giggled, eyes craning back to the bun’s crotch.
“You won’t get away with this…!”  His mind reeled through the fog; he could recall some things, but his name, the name of his twisted colleague, his insurmountable knowledge, doctorate, scientific journal publications… all gone, blocked out by some dullness in his head.  The female scientist stepped in closer to his face, examining him as he struggled.
“That’s where you’d be wrong.  As far as the board of directors will be concerned, in a noble effort to save our department’s funding, you decided to undergo rabbit experimentation; it fits perfectly with your noble-to-a-fault disposition.  The great, ‘that violates the code of ethics’, Doctor…” she paused.  The goo bun was looking at her intently, brow furrowed, his focus entirely on her words.  She studied his eyes momentarily, a coy smile splitting across her lips, and then spreading further, until she erupted into a fit of laughter.
“Oh, Doctor, Doctor, you don’t even remember your own name, do you??  What a riot…!  Here I was certain I would have to drug you to make sure you stayed complacent during the board of director’s visitation, but what agency does an amnesiac bun hold?”  She wiped the fog from her glasses from where tears and laughter had obscured them.
“O-of course I remember my own name!  What kind of fool do you take me for?”  He stammered through a poor bluff.
“You haven’t addressed me how you usually do either…  I wonder, just how much of the knowledge has leaked out of that gooey brain of yours?  If I had known you’d lose so much, I would have tried to devise a way to collect it all.  But as it stands, I was lucky enough to trick you into thinking that our funding was being pulled in the first place.  You certainly made it easier when you pulled that stunt with the ether, by the way.  I wasn’t sure how I’d manage to break into your house and drag you back here…”
“Y-you set me up…!”  A realization far too late to react to.
“Well this is a problem.  If you don’t remember how to properly address me, we’ll need to correct that right away…”  The female rabbit rummaged through a suitcase he hadn’t noticed in the corner of the room, until she produced a collar and lead.  “And since you won’t likely be capable of taking care of yourself, I think our roles are going to have to change a bit, from today forward.”  In a flash, the collar and lead were affixed in a manner that he had least expected.
“S-stop this at once!  You… Release me, so I can find a way to undo the madness you’ve wrought!”  The collar was firmly affixed around his testicles, lead held taut in her hand.
“My my, what an unruly pet.  I can see now that you’re going to need lots of training.”  She tugged firmly on the taut leash, pulling at the restrained bun’s vulnerable, exposed testicles, causing a wince that drew out into a stammering yelp to break from his lips.  “Since you’ve so inconsiderately forgotten my name, I’ll remind you in a way that you’ll be sure to remember.  I’m Doctor Melody Van Berg, but you shall address me as Mistress,” she gave the lead slack, and then tugged once more upon iterating her title to her captive, “do you understand?”
“Y-you’ll never get me to cooperate!”  He countered defiantly, tears in his eyes and a warmth spreading in his groin, despite the pain.  “The moment I gain control of this form, I’ll be far more than you can hope to restrain.  Fool that you are, you never did consider that, did you, Melody?  And that’s why you’ll always be a second-rate scientist.  You never had an eye for details; you gave me this form, and now you’ll be outsmarted by someone who can’t even remember his own name.  I hope you’re prepared, you callous, abrasive, second-rate…”
Before he could continue, Melody stabbed a syringe into his neck, and depressed the plunger.  “I was so looking forward to training you while you still had at least some of your mental facilities about you.  But I can see that’s not going to be an option at this rate…  And with the department heads on their way to inspect my breakthrough, I just don’t have the time without a little help…”  His ears shot up straight, panic lacing his dulled-out thoughts, eyes bolted open.  Melody’s propensity towards his insults was wrathful as ever it had been, if only he had remembered.
“W-what have you done now??  Don’t just inject me with things willy-nilly, what if you cause me to go into shock?  You know of my anxiety, and yet you still persist in doing such brash… inconsiderate… uhm…”  His ears began to droop, eyelids settling to half-open, a pleasant stupor overtaking his demeanor.
“I’m going to have to observe you for a bit; that concoction may still have a few bugs in it, but as you can probably tell, that anxiety you were so concerned with isn’t… so much of a concern anymore.  But I’m guessing from that dopey look on your face, not much else is of concern either, am I right, my stupid little goo bun?”  Melody teased.
“I… my head’s in a daze… don’t feel scared… anymore…  Everything’s all hazed over...”  The bun muttered in a doped-up drawl.  A thoughtful look spread across Melody’s face.
“I think I’ll call you Hazey then.  It suits you better than your old name anyway.  And this way you’ll never have to worry about all that stuffy conjecture and theory again.  No more anxiety, no more deadlines, no more troubles, for the rest of your days.  You’ll just get to spend all your time as my pet, and I’ll take really good care of you.  How does that sound, Hazey?”  Her voice had shifted from condescending to babying.
“Y-you’ll… never get away with this…  That’s not how scientific method works.  As soon as this wears off, I’ll…”  Hazey stammered, attempting to retain composure as a stupid, giddy feeling washed over him.
“Wears off?  I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong idea, pet.  This isn’t some temporary stupidity tonic like what those charlatan chemists peddle from the back alleys.  Rest assured that this is a very permanent solution to your bouts of verbal abuse and degradation.  Your Mistress will tolerate no more outbursts like that…  Do you understand?”  She tugged gently on the lead.
“Y-yes…”  Hazey felt defeated, yet there was a peculiar absence of despair; footpaws curled with each tug and tease of the lead gripping him.  His mental fortitude was too lacking to see the pratfall, and the famous paralyzing anxiety that had gripped him through much of his scholarly life was now nowhere to be found.
“Yes, what?”  Another sharp tug, his Mistress demanding proper address.
“Y-yes Mistress…”  A confused, enamored yelp drew into a dreamy sigh, his body eagerly mistaking the pain for pleasure.
“And just what is this…?”  Melody inquired, raising her leg and resting a footpaw on his trembling cock.  A bit below average, the uncut goo cock trembled stiffly, leaking a strand of pre that was reabsorbing into his pelvis on contact.  “It couldn’t be that my pet is a complete masochist…  Could it?”  Her toe paws traced slow circles around the head of the penis.
“No… I’m not anything like that…”  Hazey squirmed against his restraints, whimpering as she continued tugging in tandem with the circular rubbing.
“Now now, a good pet mustn’t lie to his Mistress…”  Melody peeled back his goo foreskin between her toes, and began stroking it back and forth, holding the lead tight, straining the collar against his balls.  Hazey squirmed and thrashed, partially involuntarily.  “It will be a lot easier for you if you just tell the truth.”
Hazey had never known this side of himself.  Whether he could remember or not, he had never bothered exploring anything of that nature, having previously labeled such things as ‘fringe sexual tendencies, not worth looking into’. “I-I’ve never… done anything like this before… I think…”  He mewled, tossing and turning in his restraints from the stimulus.
“Hmm… I think I can believe that, coming from you.  But you have to face the truth, it looks like my little pet is a complete masochist…”  She surmised his newly-found preferences, “Isn’t, that, right?” A tug to put emphasis on each word, the stroking increasing in tempo now, but falling just short of enough to take him over the edge.
“Y-yes.  I somehow... became a masochist without knowing it…  Is this your doing as well?”  Try as he might, Hazey could no longer see holding the disdain for Melody that he had in his previous life.  Maybe it was the warm, fuzzy, floaty feeling in his head, or the lack of any sense of panic, rational or otherwise, or maybe it was the vulnerable state of submission from the restraints and the collar and lead, or the degrading toe paw stroking sending his cock into a dribbling frenzy.  Whatever it was, Hazey was powerless to defend against it.
“It had nothing to do with me.  You’ve always had this buried deep inside of you.  I just seemed to bump into it in your training.  What an interesting development though…”  Melody chuckled as her assault carried on.  “It’s nice to see that you’re a bit more cooperative.  Certainly a change of pace from the past few months.  Always ‘Melody that’s unethical’ this, or ‘Bun experimentation is a class A felony punishable to the furthest extent of the law’ that.  You really should thank me for getting you to loosen up a bit, you know.”
Hazey couldn’t think about anything but the burning desire clawing its way up his tormented balls; his spirit was entirely broken, any fleeting thoughts of resistance smashed beneath his Mistress’ toe paw, and packing into his urethra, ready to eject.  “Thank you…”  His voice slurred out thoughtlessly; where the void had formed by an absence of anxiety or stress, obedience quickly filled in.
“Good boy…  See how easy it is to just depart from all your woes, and succumb to a greater power?  It looks like that cocktail I injected you with is more effective than I had originally thought.”  She slowed the stroking, keeping the lead taut, until the motion was brought to a complete halt, leaving Hazey shaking and squirming beneath her foot paw.
“Why did you stop…?”  Hazey whined, his back in a half-arch, wrists involuntarily testing the restraints’ strength in a reaction to the sudden lack of stimuli.
“Hmm?  Oh, did you want to cum?”  She teased, feeling him throbbing between her toe paws.  “You’d better ask properly then.”
“P-please, Mistress, let me cum…  It aches so much… I need to let it out…”  Hazey complied without a second thought, let alone a first thought.  Melody smirked, slowly stroking once more with her toe paws.
“Isn’t it nice to be an obedient pet?  Thinking really is too hard for you, so it’s best you leave that all to me from now on.”  Her toe paws squeezed onto him as she gave another tug at the lead, Hazey whimpering out loud and squirming, practically thrashing at this point.  “Now cum for me, pet!  Cum for your Mistress like an obedient bunny!”
His body reacting instinctively to the order, Hazey’s hips began jerking and bucking as if possessed, gouts and globs of opaque goo rocketing out from his dick, splattering against his Mistress’ calves, thighs, and even reaching as high as her belly.  His mouth locked open in a silent scream, eyes bolted wide, incapable of focusing on anything other than the intense lockup of muscles in his pelvis spewing out all of his goo-seed.
After he finally finished pushing seed out, his body relaxed, twitching and squirming in the afterglow of an overriding orgasm.  His Mistress patted his head, “Now that you’re feeling a bit more cooperative, we can finally start some of those tests before the board of directors arrives…”  She hefted her case onto the table and unlatched it, revealing a battery of syringes, housing a variety of unknown concoctions.