You're shaking terrified as you stare at your father's digested corpse. Feeling as if you'd throw up more any minute now, yet agonizingly unable to. Just the thoughts of what just happened pierce your brain with realizations.
Suddenly you hear the deep voice of the scientist in the speakers "Behave and you might meet a better end, turn around and head out into your cell. Now!". His sudden dominant message breaking you out of focus and you shudder as he hastes you. Depressed, still feeling alien in your canine body you slowly head out into the cell he ordered you to go stumbling pathetically out of mental stress and not being used to walking on all fours. You don't know if the fact you kept your human mind is a blessing or a curse, after being forced by scientist's hands to devour your fish turned father, you start to cure you keeping your mental humanity. You feel like nothing matters anymore, not only is your family turned into animals, humiliated, assaulted, but also meeting their end. This is horrible. You feel hopeless, you wish you could save your mother and brother, but how?!
As you ponder about it gloomily you enter the cell. First of all noticing a big mirror lowered so you'd be able to see what kind of canine you've become. All of the sudden you hear the torturer's voice again hearing it too loudly because of your canine ears "Very good, from what I see here in the files you were way less obedient in your life before joining us here. Luckily for you and your family that changed, you might still have a chance at getting out one day if you behave. Good girl..."
His last two words spoken in a weirdly erotic tone hit you like a jackhammer. Shocked instinctively you tried to ask him what he meant, what the fuck did he meant?! Obviously all you made was whimper and bark in surprisingly high timbre. Before completely fading torturer's voice can still be heard cackling as you jump in front of the mirror, metal doors immediately shutting after you.
You reach the window and try to position yourself so you could see your groin in the mirror. After the scientist suggested that you started being self-conscious you actually didn't feel any weight, which would indicate you being a male dog. You turn your trembling head around your rump facing the mirror. You manage to instinctively lift your tail completely just to shock assured you became a dog bitch. Under your practically nonexistent butt cheeks, definitely not in human sense of the words you see a slightly swollen dark spade shaped canine pussy. You're not even truly shocked anymore after he implied it to you, this day was the worst day of your life. You stood there holding your tail high for a few minutes and checking your "groin" from many angles. You didn't know what to think about this situation anymore, it was so bizarre. You felt so exposed and prayed there weren't any hidden cameras filming you and your bare vulva. Time passed, you've spent it on thinking about your poor father, mother and brother hoping for their peace soon. Out of curiosity you jumped with your front paws to catch onto the mirror and you started nuzzling your chest with your muzzle, as you expected it you felt waves of pleasure as your doggy muzzle brushed your canine teats - they were there alright, you whined. You hated your situation, but after so much time spent in the enigmatic facility you've either gotten a few screws loose or you were so pathetically bored with tragic events that your thoughts started to drift into a lewd direction. Out of better options to do anything with huge metal door blocking your only way of escape you started toying with yourself, was it some part of insticts kicking in or maybe it was your hidden kink? You nuzzled your teats row from row, licking them with your long and coarse tongue enjoying how it felt, warm spreading from your plentiful teats reaching your new genitals until suddenly... Whimper. An alien warm or hot even sensation intensified in your doggy cunt until you felt something trickling down your furry hindquarters, you slowly turned around to see it in the mirror, lifting your tail you see your cunt has swollen and is leaking thanks to your stimulation. You can't stop yourself from lying down and bending over to clean your swollen vulva.
As you licked your warm lips clean you heard a voice repeat "Good girl..." thinking it was your lust-addled head reminding of what the torturer said, in reality the torturer watched all this unfold with hidden cameras and repeating the phrase...