The lights flicker on. Blaine blinks away the darkness. He sees that
Malcolm is now locked in an animal cage on metal cart across the room.
"What are you doing in there?" Blaine asked.
A voice from behind him answered, "Waiting for you to join him."
Blaine turned to face the grad student in the white lab coat. He felt
a prick in his shoulder. He reached up and forced the student's hand
off his shoulder. He could see the syringe that was in the student's
hand was empty. He felt dizzy.
"Whatcha?" he said as his body slumped into the other man's arms.
The man loaded Blaine's body into a nearby empty animal carrier.
Malcolm watched uncertainly from his own cage. Blaine awkwardly and
silently managed to get up on all fours. The man in lab coat reached
into his pocket and he pressed speed dial.
"Hello, Dwight, it worked perfectly. I must say your selection was
spot on. Just a few more men, and my kennel will be full, as will your
bank account."
He listened to the receiver, Malcolm strained his ears to hear the
muffled voice on the other end of the line. Blaine was closer and
recognized Dwight Perry's voice on the other end of the call.
"Not right away. Too many jocks disappearing all at once from the same
place. I'll bag you a couple of guys from off campus, and you need 8
more total right?"
"Yes, Dwight. I suppose I can wait to start the experiments for a week
or two. Don't want to arouse suspicions. It's ridiculous the lengths
we have to go to to get dogs to experiment on. They can't have been
pets. They can't be shelter dogs. They can't be - but this way, I
document them as having been bred for research, and therefore
acceptable to use in campus funded studies." He sighed. "Well, have a
good week, Dwight, I'll plan to meet you Sunday morning to collect
your latest catches."
"10 AM at the loading dock. Later."
CLICK.
Dogs? He couldn't seriously mean that he was going to change Blaine
and him into dogs for animal research? Could he? Malcolm sniffed the
air. Musty odors, musky odors, and other scents suddenly seemed more
potent. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a whimpering sound came
out.
"Don't worry boy. You'll soon forget you were ever human and be
wagging your tail happily," the man in the labcoat said.
Malcolm tried to snap at him, but his head was bound in a leather
muzzle.
"It doesn't fit properly, yet. But it will when you grow your own
muzzle. Until then it'll help keep you boys quiet as your genomes are
rewritten from human into canine."
There was a popping sound of bone growth from Blaine's cage, he yelped
in pain. Then he curled up a fetal position. It was maybe a half hour
later, that Blaine noticed that his face was only inches from his
crotch. He inclined his head slightly and tentatively stuck his tongue
out. His cock sprang to life, and a red triangular penis head popped
out of his foreskin. Blaine felt incredibly horny, and started licking
like mad. His muzzle wasn't as tight as Malcolm's evidently was. If
he was going to be a dog, he might as well take advantage of one of
the benefits.