Ken woke up with his nose running. He tried to reach up to wipe his nose, but his hands were restrained. He couldn't see what was restraining his limbs because of the plastic cone around his head. It's like they use on dogs to keep them from licking or biting themselves. Ken lifted his head straining his neck to see out of the cone. He stared at his naked body strapped to a hospital bed. He was lying on the sheet without a sheet or blanket, so he could see everything. Damn, he sure had gotten hairy since yesterday, or maybe it was longer. How long had he been sleeping? He didn't feel cold, but it must be cold in here, thought Ken, as he studied his crotch. It didn't look any hairier than usual, maybe less hairy, but his limp cock looked to only be about an inch long. It was cold, he decided. He could feel his nipples standing erect on his chest. No, wait he only had two nipples didn't he? He was sure he felt more than two. He turned his head. Sure enough there were four pairs of nipples on his torso now.
"TOMMY!" Ken screamed.
The door flew open, and a guy in scrubs entered, "Easy girl!" he shouted.
The expression on Ken's face made, the guy pause. His expression changed, and he gently started stroking Ken's head, as he said, "There, there, boy. Relax."
Strangely, the petting made Ken feel better, calmer and he did relax. He felt something movement beneath him. There was a swishing sound.
"Oh, your tail," the guy said, "I bet this will make you feel better."
He went to the foot of the bed and reached up to pulleys over the bed and pulled down the hooks, and hooked them to metal rings on the straps around Ken's calves. Then the man undid the straps securing Ken's legs to the bed, and pushed a button and the pulley's motor started up. Ken yelped as legs rose lifting his butt off the bed. The guy looked underneath to see the furry tail growing out of Ken's spine. He stopped the pulley, and started to scratch Ken's belly. Ken's tail started wagging happily. He leaned back on his pillow. With his legs elevated, he could see his cock. He watched the tiny red cock slip out of his sheath. His erection was all wrong. It was only 2 inches long hard, and it was red and conical. Ken pushed back against the pillow, terror filled his eyes.
"What's the matter, boy?"
"My cock? It's so wrong?"
"Don't worry, it won't be a problem much longer. But as long as your hard, it will be easier to give you your shots."
He reached to the surgical table nearby and collected a syringe, and a vial. The man fastened the vial over Ken's tiny canine cock, then he injected Ken's scrotum, and Ken yelped. He blew his load into the vial. Ken was panting like mad, and he passed out. He might have fallen asleep on his own but the guy in the green scrubs had just emptied a tranquilizer into his rear.
The guy stopped to read Ken's chart. He laughed, "Hey, boy, it says here that Doc Tom is your brother. You must've done something to really piss him off. It says here, you're going to be a bitch dog for his dog Rex."
Ken sort of heard the words, but was in the state between waking and sleeping.