Lily's Blog of the Apocalypse
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As promised, here's my account of the transformation.
On the day of my sixteenth birthday, I was woken up at six o'clock by the guard (who was a coyote, by the way), and taken to a white, sterilized room. I don't remember where it was in the compound; I was still sleepy, ok? The doctor, a roadrunner (Meep Meep) wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope, told me to take off my clothes.
After I striped, the guard heard something on his radio about Phoenix wanting to see me after I transformed. He told the doctor, and I overheard them. I got ready to run. The doctor injected me with the serum.
I don't remember the next part real well, but I'll try to recount it as best as I can.
Fur cropped up on my left arm near the injection site and started to spread.
I bolted for the door.
The doctor and guard tried to stop me -- they almost did.
I kept running; I ran through tunnels and halls, around buildings, ran to the exit.
The fur kept spreading. It was now at my shoulder and hand.
I cringed for a moment as my hand rearranged, getting claws and pads.
I kept running down an abandoned street, running from the patrols.
The fur spread, covering my collarbone, neck, and right shoulder.
I ran, ran, ran.
The fur spread, down to my hand.
I braced myself as my hand morphed.
I kept running; I kept changing.
The fur covered my chest, down to my sternum. My petite A-cups were fur covered, the nipples invisible.
I ran still. The fur covered my belly.
Minutes turned into hours, and yet I somehow kept on running.
The fur covered my pelvis, but, and crotch. My gentiles were obscured by fur.
My tail exploded from my tailbone, knocking the wind out of me. I kept going.
Finally I was forced to stop. My legs cracked as the fur ran over them, changing into a digitigrade stance, knocking me to the ground. My feet changed to paws. I tried to stand, but I could not. I crawled into an abandoned car.
My head started throbbing.
It was covered with fur.
My ears shifted to the top of my head, assaulting me with sounds.
My hair was non-existent, now fur.
My eyes changed. I closed them.
My teeth felt sharper.
My mouth felt too full of teeth.
My tongue doubled in size.
My mouth and nose, excruciatingly slowly, converged into a muzzle, causing spikes of pain at every point.
It was done. I slept for at least three days, then I found this laptop. It was another two days before I could use it without blinding myself, and then only at night. Another two after that before I could go out in daylight, and another one before I could speak and hear. It took me a week to learn how to walk. And now, here I am.