You stare at the door for a long time after the zoo lady leaves. Her uncaring, heartless demeanor leaves a cold rage within you.
Your blood is beginning to pound throughout your body. The serum must be beginning transforming you. A sense of hopelessness envelopes you as you recall that the woman (now dog) before you had no special food to change her into what she is now. The food will just hasten the inevidable.
You are still fully human, however, and vow that if you cannot stop this from happening, you will make sure that the cold bitch will get what she deserves.
With that thought, a plan forms. You look around the room and see a camera in the ceiling on the corner. Well, if they want you to eat the food, then that is what you will do. In any case, the urge to eat it is growing. You are losing your will and ability to think rationally fairly quickly. It is now or never.
Going to the bowl, you begin to eat; cramming the dog food down with your hands. You feel your pounding blood begin to become hot within you and feel a not unpleasant pins-and-needles sensation throughout your body. Your hands are now deforming. Your fingernails are begining to look like claws.
Still, you eat, both because it is necessary for your plan and because it has somehow taken control of you. A tail erupts from your the end of your spine. Looking back between mouthfuls, you see it is a German Shepard tail.
There is now one mouthful left. Scooping it up with your hands/claws, you shove it into your rapidly forming muzzel. With every bit of willpower you have, you pretend to chew, but instead work the food between your gums and teeth.
You try to stand up, but find that it is difficult. Your clothes don't seem to fit anymore. You are also feeling incredably horny and look down at the bulge growing in your pants. You dread what you will find there, but unzip your jeans anyways. It is what you expect. Touching it, you feel an almost electric shock running up and down your body. It feels good. However, feeling yourself losing to your emerging dog instincts you summon your willpower and rage once again to gain revenge.
You pretend to slip and fall. It is not that hard to do, as standing on two legs is increasingly difficult. You wait for the red haired zoo woman to come to you. You just hope she arrives before you are a complete dog and lose control or before the food completely dissolves in your mouth.
Three minutes (or so you guess) later, she comes in with a cold, knowing smile on otherwise beatifully sculpted face. You pretend to be incapacitated and unable to move. When she begins to bend over, you prepare to strike (as well as noticing her nice boobs). She scratches you behind your now canine ear. It feels surprisingly good. As she moves in closer, she you notice she is holding a collar. There is no way you will be this woman's dog and do her bidding.
You leap at her. She is startled and tries to pull away. However, she slips and ends up on her behind. You straddle her with your half-man/half-German Shepard form. A fleeting sensual sensation overcomes you as your groin presses down on her womanly hips. Grasping her head you force her mouth open. She is powerless to stop you. You bring your snout/mouth to her lips and nip her. Then, you force the dogfood into her mouth.
She finally pulls away from you, but in so doing has her shirt ripped off by your claws. She looks at you with horror, disgust and shock and says...