As the flea's influence grew stronger, your breathing began to synchronize with the rhythmic panting of a dog, your tongue lolling out of your mouth like a canine's. Your senses heightened, you sniffed the air, detecting scents that were normally beyond your human capabilities. Your eyes watered slightly as you gazed around the room with a newfound enthusiasm for everything within it.
You felt an overwhelming need to explore and mark your territory, your instincts pushing you to be more dog-like than ever. Your actions grew even more pronounced as you started to crawl around the room on all fours, occasionally barking at shadows and reflections, the line between man and beast becoming increasingly blurred. The flea's silent presence in your mind was both thrilling and terrifying, a constant reminder of the power it held over you.
As the flea's hold on your consciousness grew stronger, so too did your body's transformation. Your fingers began to elongate and shrink, forming into canine paws with tiny black claws. Your nose twitched and sniffed the air, your sense of smell overpowering every other sensation as you caught the scent of something new and intriguing.
Your ears perked up and swiveled independently of your will, tracking the sound of the flea's faint buzzing as it moved around in your head. The desire to chase your tail was almost unbearable, but you knew you had to resist. You tried to stand up, to assert your humanity, but your legs wobbled and your balance was off. The world around you was now seen through a different lens, with the height and perspective of a dog.
Your mind raced with the excitement of a new environment to explore and the instinctual need to claim it. The flea's power was growing, and you had to act fast. You searched the room with your newfound senses, seeking any weakness or escape from this bizarre, yet oddly thrilling, condition.
The once strange urges now felt surprisingly familiar, as if you had been a dog all along. But deep down, you knew you had to fight it. The room was no longer just a messy space filled with toys; it was now a vast terrain waiting to be marked with your scent. The urgency grew as you realized that if the flea's transformation went unchecked, you might never be human again.