“You’d better drink some, you got your water bowl over there” The lab tech points at the other end of the cage. As I turn my head and see the water bowl, it gives me a reminder that I I’m actually quite thirsty.
When my water bowl is empty, my bladder feels like it’s about to explode. The lab tech notices my discomfort. “You need to take a walk?” I feel confused by the question. “What do you mean ‘Take a walk’?” I ask him. “I mean ‘Do you need to use the men’s room’, but since you’re a soon to be dog I get a walk instead so you get used to it. So do you need to go?” I fell that I’m blushing a little and feel a bit ashamed when I nod as an answer. “Ok, but you won’t be allowed to go far, just outside the building. You’ll get longer walks when you’re a full wolfhound, I guarantee it” He whistles and two men enter the room. He walks to the cage door and unlocks the door. “Come on out” I slowly get up on my feet and stretch my back. A sudden pain makes me let out another canine yelp. “Did your back hurt?” I nod and rub my spine with one hand. “Interesting” He makes a few notes. “Now let get this done” One of the two men who just entered the room takes a firm grip around my arm and leads me towards the door.
I feel the cold floor of the corridor as I walk down it. The whole place kinda reminds me of a hospital. Men and women in lab coats walks between the rooms, talk to each other or study notes from their latest experiment. Instinctively I cover my private parts, not wanting everyone to see it. “You know, people will see your family jewels sooner or later, soon you’ll not be able to hide them at all, but you will show them proudly” I don’t feel very comforted by the lab tech’s statement. “So? Until I start walking on all fours, I don’t want everyone to see”
A man with a dog with a leash walks towards on of the doors and begins to punch in a code to the lock. I’ve never seen that kind of dog before… it almost looks like a fox. It’s about the same seize as one and it has a reddish coat. But its ears are almost triangular and folded. I wonder what kind of breed that is. I point at the dog and look at the lab tech. “I’ve never seen that breed before, what kind of dog is it?” He gives the dog a quick glance then he looks at me. “Oh, that? That’s a Nova scotia duck tolling retriever”
“A what retriever?” I asked, confused by the fact that this dog is a retriever breed I’ve never heard of. Even if I’ve never been that of a dogperson, I’ve always thought that I knew the names of all the retriever breeds. The lab tech seems almost amused that I didn’t know what kind of dog that is. “A Nova scotia duck tolling retriever. It’s a quite rare Canadian retriever breed…” I start to wonder if the dog is a former test subject. “So…” I try to look under the dog and see a canine sheath hanging and then I continue “…he’s one of the final ‘products’?” The lab tech shakes his head as the dog and his handler walks into the room. Loud moaning is heard from inside the room. “No, he’s a born dog. He helps us with the breeding, since this breed is so rare we need new genes and that’s were our test subjects come in. Our intention is to give the breed stronger and more varied gene pool. Come and see” He walks to the open door and waves his hand to make me follow him. I cautiously peek into the room, actively listening to the moans from the inside of the room.
A cage, exactly like the one you’re in stands in the middle of the room and inside it, a naked woman begins to get up on all fours as the male dog is lead into her cage. The male begins to get excited after a quick sniff of the female and tries to jump up on her back, trying to mount her. Strangely enough it seems like she enjoys the attention the male gives her.
I suddenly realise the resemblance between the male and the female as the woman is obviously changing to a dog, just as I do. Only her change have progressed much further then my own transformation. As the dog begins to hump, her tongue hangs out and she begins to pant, looking like she feels like she’s in heaving. Her bushy red tail with a white tip is almost squashed by the male, and she spread her legs (or should I say hindlegs?) further apart, making it easier for the male to reach, her sweaty human skin, still barely visibly underneath all the fur. Her muzzle has just started to grow, her body have begun change it’s form and her breast are nearly gone.
I stare at the scene as if I were under some kind of a spell. Not able to take my eyes of it.
“She’s in phase four, in a couple of days you probably won’t recognise her. The only thing she does all day long, is being humped, eating, drinking and a some sleeping. But she’s in heat, so she has trouble sleeping. You’ll get to that phase soon enough, only that you’ll be the one that will hump, instead of the one being humped”