Arnold could still smell the food in his enhanced nostrils, his snout was salivating more than it ever did before it was put on his face and no matter how hard he tried to look away his snout kept drifting towards the food. Knowing it was going to happen sooner or later he crawled over to the bowl and tried to sit down in front of it. Immediately the speakers came back on in his head,
"A good dog eats while on all fours, you want to be a good dog, you want to obey, you want to serve, your a good dog,
A good dog eats while on all fours, you want to be a good dog, you want to obey, you want to serve, your a good dog,
A good dog eats while on all fours, you want to be a good dog, you want to obey, you want to serve, your a good dog".
For an hour with the same calming music he had to listen to a soft women's voice repeat the saying over and over again. He felt like he was going insane, he was mad, and tired. He had a headache and knew he would have to avoid hearing these messages for too long because already... yes in a way he did want to obey, he wanted to obey so he would not have to deal with the annoying messages. Sighing like a dog would, drool dropping from the corner of his snout, he raised his hand to try and scoop up a few dog food kernels and pop them in his snout. as soon as his hand touched the bowl to bring it closer though half of it quickly snapped off from the other and began to wrap around his hand. It pushed and pulled his fingers into a fist, his thumb tucked underneath and shortly after he felt head and pulsing as the rubber tightened and condensed over his hand and wrist. He tried to yank it off but couldn't find any edge to get his fingers under. The dog food had rolled out a slight bit from where the half of the bowl had disappeared and he knew better than to use his other hand in any way that might touch the other half.
Staring at his hand he saw in a matter of seconds the rubber cracked in half and both sides fell off revealing a narrow paw, with the wrist adjusted to support the way it moved. the majority of his hands mass was gone and his skin was now covered with a dark brown fur, small brown claws just visible over the tips. He could no longer rotate the hand/paw itself but using his arm he rotated his paw enough to see soft pads on the underside. He stared only a few moments longer before putting it back down on the cold cement. On all fours he bent down and instinctively began gobbling up the dog food using his tongue to shift them around, using his back teeth to crush and swallow the food. He had expected it to be harder but with the amount of saliva his mouth produced the food went down rather quickly. He wondered to himself if he was now actually swallowing dog saliva... or was it still his own.... and really did it make a difference. His appetite more than he expected, he finished the whole bowl and satiated, layed down on his side to sleep.