"On the other hand, it would be such a shame to let such an intelligent and--dare I say it?--BEAUTIFUL woman go to waste. Especially when she could be of use to me."
Dr. Lobis-Homen took off her lab-coat and smiled even more at Marcia, her eyes glinting devilishly.
"Now my dear, whatever shall I do with you?"
Marcia tensed up and fingered her pistol in anticipation of the answer. The doctor was faster though, and Marcia dropped her gun as the shock of a taser passed through her, the metal darts still protruding from her chest. She shuddered, and fell to the ground as she passed out.
Marcia awoke surrounded by liquid, a breathing mask her only source of air. Her eyes snapped open to gaze blurrily through a red liquid. She was in one of the tanks she had seen earlier, a harness holding her suspended in it. There were no tubes coming out of her, and no sign of injection or forced-feeding. There was simply the liquid all around her, which made her skin tingle strangely.
She saw the vague form of Dr. Carmen Lobis-Homen through the murkiness of the tank, and caught the glint of a smile as the doctor noticed she was awake. The scientist walked to a control panel and threw a switch.
The harness lifted her out of the tank, and the air hit her flesh like fire. She struggled as it moved her along a track, and onto a stainless steel table.
"As I said," the doctor quipped, "It would be a horrible waste to make you part of Tommy's pack. They'll all devolve into mindless brutes eventually anyway."
"Then what are you doing to me?"
"As I said, the prototype treatment I gave Tommy leaves something to be desired. If it had worked better I would have taken it myself, but his debased state required me to revise it. Sexual congress is a horribly inefficient way of spreading the contagion, compared to the classic bite. Beyond that, I need werewolves to retain their intelligence if I am to take the formula."
"So I'm the guinea pig?"
"In a way. You're a beautiful woman, Ms. Caldwell. The new formula is tied to genes only two X chromosomes can provide. If it works, you will be the first of an all-female ruling class..."
Carmen regarded Marcia strangely, almost hungrily, watching her every move. Marcia's heart quickened, sweat pouring from her brow as her muscles tensed. Her spine cracked noisily as she came to the terrified realization that she was beginning to change.
Her pubic hair came alive, the sensation between her legs electric as it thickened and spread, forming a lush mound of fur obscuring her netherlips. A happy trail wound up her stomach, the sensation arousing her thoroughly.
Marcia's hazel eyes took on a feral cast as they paled to a livid yellow-green, her gums bleeding as her canines sharpened and lengthened. She bit her lower lip as her fangs grew in and her ears stretched to points. Her still-soaking brown hair slid over her shoulders and back, draping across her breasts, her nipples stiffening as it grew longer and wilder, now resembling a mane and reaching to waist-length and beyond.
Her cheeks and brow swelled, jutting out suddenly in a primitive cast. Her eyelids darkened to deep tan, and a mottling of skin spread out from them in an eerily symmetric pattern on her changed face. Marcia's nails grew out to opaque claws, her gnarled hand wandering to her sex as brown hair sprouted and crept up her arms.
Her arousal wore at her reason, savage thoughts urging at her mind as her pelt completed, a tail blossoming from her rump in bushy wolfish glory. She snarled, baring her fangs, and let out a long, eerie howl.
The doctor was obviously pleased.
"She's...she's perfect!"