The Doctor looks at you angrily and then continues. In the distance however you can hear voices. Quite a few of them. "Help? Who said help?!? I can help!" Then another. "Hey baby, you smell good. Help me, and I'll help you..." Followed closely by: "Oh shut it Rex, we all know your owner just had you fixed this morning..." What the hell kind of people are in this clinic after hours you wonder?
"Subjects penis is continuing to shrink at a very rapid pace. I suspect the virus is borrowing the tissue lost from the penis to create the vaginal passage and uterus. The penis is definitely in place and the correct size that it can now be considered a clitoris. The urethral opening has also sealed up at its tip and is now likely located inside the new vagina." Totally caught off guard, you lose control of your bladder for a split second as the Doctor put pressure on it. Still on all fours, you experience another first and very foreign feeling in your life. Your tail, still too short to be in the way is spared when you pee in a relatively rear facing manner. A few dribbles run along your new labia and over your once penis, now clitoris before descending upon the examination table. You're able to stop the flow remarkably quick. Perhaps a new reflex that dogs have as they frequently mark their territory. "Subject has fully developed a female urinary tract and not longer uses the penis for any such purposes. The hips are continuing to expand. Oddly they are taking on the fullness of a human females."
He lubes up his glove again, this time intended for a new target. You nearly see stars as his fingers start probing around between your new lower lips. "Subject now has a fully formed vagina from what I can tell. Including an intact hymen. I am unsure if I should continue examing this area in case it develops further or move elsewhere as I see there are multiple rows rows of nipples now present which yet lack and breast tissue underneath..."
Your muscles seems to be relaxing a little now that the virus has done this stage of it's damage. Perhaps it's going dormant? You wonder to youself. You still feel a lot of saliva in your mouth but otherwise feel like you could run around the block were you not restrained. That restrained part is going to be a major problem for you in a few minutes. The Doctor is beginning to give you a malicious look and his pants are beginning to bulge. "Please don't do what I think you're planning to do Doctor! Somebody, help me!" The Doctor moves around to face you in the eye once more upon your exam table prison. The devilish grin on his face making you dread the man more by the second. "No one is going to come save you. I don't think you even realize it yet... I can tell by that look on your face that you're calling for help. But all I can hear is WOOF WOOF WOOF... HA HA! This virus is most splendid... Now then, what shall we do with you next..."
The Doctor leaves your field of view. Still stuck in your all fours position you look between your legs and sure enough he is standing behind you. Unbuttoning his pants. When he lowers them, you notice he is nearly as far gone as you are. Sporting a tail that must be around six inches, nearly as long as yours has become at this point. He most definitely did not lose any length from the knotted red thing that is coming from his sheath. He begins to approach you, only one intent on his mind.
The Doctor gets himself up onto the table behind you, lifting your little tail and exposing your little black half human hald canine pussy. With his other hand, he begins to guide his red shaft along the underside of your tail and towards your new entrance. You don't want this to happen. Especially not this way.
BOOM! The lab door clumsily slams open and Schooner the large mastiff lumbers in. "I'm here to save you! I'll get the bad man!" You're lucky the clinic chose to save the poor dog from euthanasia when his old owner couldn't afford the vet bills. The dog is always mild mannered, but was always very protective of the workers and volunteers at the clinic who spoiled him with treats. Now all those hours of helping the animals was paying off. Schooner was in full protect mode. His thick jaw firmly sunk into the Doctor's calf and thrashing back and forth wildly. The Doctor howled in pain and struggled to break free of the dogs firm grasp. Eventually, Schooner let loose the hold enough that the Doctor slid free, sprinting out of the room and then out of the building altogether. His screams along the way were a mix of human and what you could now tell was the barks and howls of the canine dialect that your own vocal cords could only produce. It would be long now before normal people would only think the Doctor was speaking with barks and howls.
With Doctor Newman gone, only leaving a trail of blood from his leg behind you had a chance at getting out of this unscathed. "So what now?" A curious Schooner was propped with his chin on the ledge of the table, looking up and sniffing at your altered body. "Now I need to find a way to get out of these restraints..." You reply. You can't believe you're talking to a dog. In the sense of actually carrying a conversation. Sadly at the expense of never having a human conversation again. You look around the room and then at the table and yourself, trying to figure out how to free yourself.