{"id":598,"date":"2017-02-06T15:08:52","date_gmt":"2017-02-06T23:08:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=598"},"modified":"2017-02-06T20:03:58","modified_gmt":"2017-02-07T04:03:58","slug":"outbreak-commission","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=598","title":{"rendered":"Outbreak [Commission]"},"content":{"rendered":"

A young scientist finds herself the subject of an experimentation and struggles to escape as she begins to change.<\/em><\/p>\n

This is a commission by okpoet72 at http:\/\/okpoet72.deviantart.com\/<\/a><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Soft white LED tube lights filled the simple room. \u00a0Within the room was a huge table lined with high walls. \u00a0The room was sterile and white and even shadows were seemingly banished by the array of lights. \u00a0Five black cameras watched the table, four in the corners and a large dome camera directly above.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman looked up from the monitors on the table before her. \u00a0She saw herself in the thick glass set in the wall separating her from the white room. \u00a0She blinked her tired eyes and then massaged the bridge of her nose, pushing her stylish glasses up until they brushed her thin eyebrows. \u00a0The table held a massive maze and, within the maze, a brown rat sniffed the air.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

The young buck paused, seemingly to orient. \u00a0A doe waited in the corner of the maze but several “rooms” of food lined the way. \u00a0The doe was in heat and this was her second cycle with which the male had been exposed. \u00a0He was unmated and young but also hungry.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a simple experiment more suited for a community college and Dr. Bowman would be insulted to be part of it if it weren’t for the additional parameters. \u00a0She stared at the small black cap of plastic surgically implanted into the buck’s back. \u00a0It was used for spinal injections and all of her rats had them. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The young male took a tentative step. \u00a0His ears twitched and then he turned to stare at the camera closest to him. \u00a0Dr. Bowman looked the young male in the eye. \u00a0She caught herself looking for signs of intelligence in the deep black eyes. \u00a0Signs of <\/span>knowing<\/i><\/b>. \u00a0Sighing, she laughed quietly to herself. \u00a0The trials showed increased intelligence in the subjects but nothing approaching knowledge of self or their situation.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still, the two stared at each other and the moment stretched. \u00a0The young scientist shivered and then jumped at a quiet knock on the door behind her.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Dr. Bowman?” a muffled voice asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yes, come in Charles,” Dr. Bowman answered. \u00a0She stood, stretching on the toes of her white sneakers. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The door opened and one of her assistants, Charles, popped his head in.<\/span><\/p>\n

“We’re taking off for the night,” he told her. \u00a0“And we’re going over to Piper’s for a drink. \u00a0It’s Friday and Jen’s birthday is tomorrow so we’re celebrating. \u00a0Do you want to come with us?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“No, thank you Charles,” Dr. Bowman said. \u00a0<\/span>Too many people, too much noise and too much useless chatter about nothing important at all.<\/span><\/i> \u00a0“I’ve got so much work to do still and I want to finish before I go home. \u00a0Tell Jennifer I said happy birthday. \u00a0Should I get her a card?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Oh, no, Dr. Bowman,” Charles replied, still half-hidden behind the door. \u00a0“It’s okay. I’ll let her know. \u00a0Good luck with little Ein tonight and I’ll see you Monday morning.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yes, I’ll see you then, Charles. \u00a0Goodbye.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The door closed and Dr. Bowman frowned. \u00a0<\/span>Ein? \u00a0Short for Einstein, I suppose? \u00a0<\/span><\/i>She had her own name for the rats but had never told anyone since it seemed juvenile and embarrassing. \u00a0She turned to sit back at her console and noticed the male methodically searching the maze. \u00a0It so far was ignoring the food and was occasionally scratching at the walls.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Alright, then, Charles,” she whispered to the young buck. \u00a0It scratched at an outer wall, scraping white paint with its little claws before sitting back to stare at what it’d done. \u00a0“What’re you doing now?”<\/span><\/p>\n

What was more surprising to her was that he was next to the female. \u00a0The unmodified doe ran in little circles with its ears trembling. \u00a0Charles ran to the room containing the female. \u00a0Dr. Bowman expected him to hit the little “open” switch with his nose but he stood outside the hatch, chittering. \u00a0He then ran back to the wall and tapped it with his claw while his ears twitched.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Fascinating,” Dr. Bowman breathed. \u00a0Her eyes flicked to the corner of the screen to make sure she was recording (a hold over from years ago when things were done more manually – everything was recorded all the time now) and so she caught a tiny email notification window. \u00a0She clicked to her email while watching Charles scratch at the wall. \u00a0“Are you trying to <\/span>talk<\/i><\/b> to her, Charles?”<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman glanced at her email and then frowned. \u00a0It was from the director, Dr. Stevens, and he rarely talked to her. \u00a0Her frown deepened at the subject line: \u00a0<\/span>Human trials<\/span><\/i>. \u00a0With a double-click she opened the email.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowers,<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I’d heard the new batch is testing well in simulation with the infusion from Dr. Bowman’s rats. \u00a0I’m afraid we have to push up the timeline as our investors are growing impatient. \u00a0I will find subjects. \u00a0Meet me tomorrow morning on the eastern campus.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Dr. Stevens<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

With a frown and her brow knitted in confusion, Dr. Bowman tapped her lips. \u00a0She’d never heard of Dr. Bowers or her rats being used for anything behind her tests. \u00a0She kept strict control over the rats to prevent outside influences and all of her logs were up-to-date. \u00a0They were kept in supervised cages with limited access and the org chart placed Dr. Stevens far away and above her department.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman hit reply and typed a reply.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Stevens,<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

I’m afraid you must’ve accidentally emailed the wrong person!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Also, I’m not sure but did you mean my rats or does Dr. Bowers\u00a0have their own? \u00a0If mine, I’m afraid there must be some mistake.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Thank you for your time,<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Just before she hit “Send” another email appeared: \u00a0an email recall notification from Dr. Stevens. \u00a0She’d already opened the email and knew it wouldn’t work so Dr. Bowman sent her reply. \u00a0While she waited for an answer, she browsed to the logs for her rats.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman gasped, pressing her small hands to her chest as the power went out. \u00a0Small hairs raised on the back of her neck and she stood quickly as her heart hammered in her chest. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“Okay,” she whispered to herself. \u00a0“Okay. \u00a0You’re okay, Trish. \u00a0You’re okay.” \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She made her way to the door while her eyes adjusted to the dark. \u00a0The angular handle for the door clicked when she bumped into it and she swallowed nervously, pressing it down to step into the hallway. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Faint red lights glowed ominously along the corridor. \u00a0She blinked and turned left, her slim fingers sliding along the wall. \u00a0Dr. Bowman pushed through the double doors leading into a small, empty reception area. \u00a0Her eyes adjusted well to the dim, reddish light and she carefully made her way towards the exit.<\/span><\/p>\n

After a few minutes that seemed to drag into hours, Dr. Bowman found the lobby and immediately covered her eyes against a harsh glare blinding her.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Dr. Bowman?” A voice called out. \u00a0The voice seemed vaguely familiar.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yes, that’s me. \u00a0Can you put your light down? \u00a0It’s terribly bright.” \u00a0She walked to the voice and saw three vague figures through the light. \u00a0Finally close enough, she recognized Dr. Stevens standing behind two security guards.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Oh, Dr. Stevens! \u00a0Is everything-“<\/span><\/p>\n

“Grab her!” \u00a0Dr. Stevens yelled. \u00a0“Hold her!”<\/span><\/p>\n

The light dropped and Dr. Bowman stepped back, her mouth open. \u00a0Hard fingers gripped her and pulled her down to the ground. \u00a0Her breath left her in a painful rush and she tasted blood from biting her tongue. \u00a0Her ears rang and she spat blood when she tried to talk.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Hold her down,” Dr. Stevens hissed. \u00a0“Grab her legs and keep her back steady. \u00a0Don’t let her move.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman kicked and bucked her hips when she felt hands against her legs. \u00a0One of the hands moved, pressing against her lower back and she squirmed in place. \u00a0Cold hands along along her back, pulling up her sweater and lab coat.<\/span><\/p>\n

“What-” Dr. Bowman coughed and spat. \u00a0“What are you doing? \u00a0Please, I’m Dr. Bowman! \u00a0I work under Dr.-“<\/span><\/p>\n

White hot pain bloomed in Dr. Bowman’s back as a needle slid through her skin. \u00a0The young doctor screamed and nearly choked on the blood in her mouth. \u00a0Veins stood out on her neck and forehead and she strained, gritting her teeth against the pain. \u00a0The heat from her spine quickly spread through her body, burning as it consumed her from the tips of her ears to her toes. \u00a0Sweat broke out along her forehead and back.<\/span><\/p>\n

“There, I’m done,” Dr. Stevens said from behind her. \u00a0“Restrain her and bring her along for observation.”<\/span><\/p>\n

No, no no no no!<\/span><\/i> \u00a0Dr. Bowman screamed in her head. \u00a0She twisted, screeching in the near darkness and her muscles trembled. \u00a0With a sharp twist, she threw one of the men and pulled herself up into an instinctive defensive crouch. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“Fuck! \u00a0Grab her you idiot!” \u00a0Dr. Stevens screamed. \u00a0“Grab her!”<\/span><\/p>\n

One of the security guards stood before her, rocking slightly left and right, waiting to see which way she’d run. \u00a0Tricia Bowman twitched and trembled in fear, her eyes darting around the room. \u00a0Her heart raced painfully in her chest and she hyperventilated. <\/span><\/p>\n

The man lunged and Dr. Bowman twisted, leaping for him. \u00a0She screamed in a high pitched screech and her nails slashed against the man’s throat. \u00a0Blood sprayed the air and the man clapped his hands to his throat. \u00a0The young woman continued her jump, rolling into another crouch when she landed. \u00a0She looked over her shoulder to see the second security guard and Dr. Stevens running toward her. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman turned and fled down a hallway as Dr. Stevens yelled behind her. \u00a0She turned left blindly and jumped as lights began flashing in the hallway. \u00a0The young woman squeaked, sliding along the floor as a large security gate slammed down in front of her. \u00a0She pressed off of the wall and <\/span>pushed<\/i><\/b> running quickly down a side corridor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yellow lights strobed, mixing with the red backup power lights to turn the entire building a garish palette of colors mixed deep shadows. \u00a0She pressed herself against the wall, eyes darting left and right. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Calm, calm, calm. \u00a0Oh god. \u00a0Oh god did I kill that man?<\/span><\/i> \u00a0Dr. Bowman looked at her hand. \u00a0Blood slicked her fingers and palm, already drying into a sticky mess. \u00a0She slid up against the wall and strained to listen for the men. \u00a0Her back was on fire and even the cold walls did little to soothe the pain. \u00a0The injection site throbbed in a rapid fire tempo that matched her heartbeat.<\/span><\/p>\n

The young woman closed her eyes and listened. The ridges within her ears moved, pressing smooth and flat and forcing the small rounded tops of her ears to slide through her short brown hair as they elongated. \u00a0They trembled as she strained to listen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sharp stabbing pains bloomed in her ears as small bones crunched loudly within. \u00a0Dr. Bowman hissed and pressed her palms against her ears, rubbing them fiercely. \u00a0Her fingers touched the edge of her ears and she froze.<\/span><\/p>\n

“What- \u00a0What is-” \u00a0Dr. Bowman stuttered quietly. \u00a0She slid her small fingers along her ears, feeling the smooth, flat skin. \u00a0As she touched the soft, silky skin within her ears, the skin dented, folding slightly. \u00a0She rubbed the thin skin between her fingers again and again, not believing what she felt.<\/span><\/p>\n

Agony.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman fell to her knees and then her side, twisting and kicking, scrabbling against the floor. \u00a0It’d felt like someone was trying to rip the spine from her body. \u00a0She moaned, grinding her teeth until the pain diminished. \u00a0Carefully, slowly, she reached around to feel her back. \u00a0Sweat covered her skin and she felt a small bump where the needle had pierced her skin. \u00a0The entire area burned to the touch.<\/span><\/p>\n

Something poked against Dr. Bowman’s finger. \u00a0She explored it tenderly and felt it slide against her finger. \u00a0She pinched it and pulled, feeling it grab against her skin. \u00a0Something else tickled her fingers. \u00a0The young woman stopped and slid her hand against her spine, shivering at the sensation.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman’s fingers slid through a light coating of fur sprouting along the sweat-slick skin of her back. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mind blanked as her hand rubbed over and over and over and over. \u00a0The fur was growing in a thick patch and now she could run her hands through it. \u00a0She <\/span>felt<\/i><\/b> it sliding against her body as it grew, trapped by her sweater and coat. \u00a0She shivered again and bit back a moan as her nipples tightened from the feeling of her fur sliding against her slick skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Voices echoed through the building and Dr. Bowman’s ears twitched, swiveling to catch the sounds. \u00a0She ground her teeth, fighting the tickling pleasure growing in her chest. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“Human trials,” Dr. Bowman whispered. \u00a0She touched her right ear again. \u00a0<\/span>It couldn’t be possible but what else was it? <\/span><\/i>she asked herself. \u00a0She couldn’t see herself but she knew the way her ears felt and she could picture them and with the fur…<\/span><\/p>\n

The voices warbled in her still growing ears and she pushed herself to her feet. \u00a0Her sweater was tight against her body and she could smell her wet fur. \u00a0The young woman wrinkled her nose in reflex but then raised her chin and sniffed. \u00a0It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. \u00a0It was her but <\/span>stronger<\/i><\/b> as the fur trapped her scent. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She shrugged her shoulders, working her arms until her lab coat slid to the ground. \u00a0She was overheating and still felt too hot even without the coat. \u00a0And she itched terribly as her fur scratched her skin and the sweater. \u00a0She shifted, hissing quietly while she reached back to scratch herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman moaned again, clawing at the fur of her back. \u00a0She nearly drooled as she scratched along her skin and fur.<\/span><\/p>\n

“O..er here… saw,” voices came to her jumbled. \u00a0Dr. Bowman hissed loudly and then hunched, pressing her hand against the wall. \u00a0Black cameras watched her in the corners, their normally bright red lights flashing a weird pink color. \u00a0She spared a quick glance at them before moving.<\/span><\/p>\n

The building was gigantic and multi-leveled and she was in an area she wasn’t familiar with. \u00a0She walked quickly but carefully, blinking up at the dark gray lights lining the ceiling. \u00a0The yellow lights were a dull amber and she pinched her nose. \u00a0<\/span>The lights were red and yellow. \u00a0Red and bright yellow. \u00a0<\/span><\/i>Red<\/i><\/b>.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

“My glasses,” she whispered. \u00a0She stopped and looked around, her ears twitching in frustration until she realized she couldn’t remember when she’d lost them. \u00a0Despite the dull colors around her, she found her eyesight had improved. \u00a0She could read the large letters at the end of the hallway that told her she was in “LAB 02”.<\/span><\/p>\n

“… here…” Dr. Stevens said far away.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman ran, her fingers trailing along the wall. \u00a0She turned a corner and her nails bulged as small claws pierced her fingertips, scratching against the thin paint covering the wall. \u00a0She snatched her hand back as she turned another corner. \u00a0Mumbling to herself, she massaged the aching joints of her hand until she found an empty room.<\/span><\/p>\n

She darted into the room, closing the door as quietly as she could. \u00a0\u00a0She could feel her skin crawling along her back beneath the sweater as muscles moved. \u00a0The fur shifted and then she stumbled as her hips went completely numb.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cold sweat broke out along Dr. Bowman’s arms and legs. \u00a0Nausea swirled in her stomach and she leaned against the wall inside the room. \u00a0She slipped her hand into the band of her slacks, feeling cold, slick skin against her feels. \u00a0Her hip was dead to her touch, as if she were touching a slab of meat. \u00a0The young woman massaged her hips and ass until tiny pinpricks answered her touch. \u00a0The numbness wore off with a dull ache throbbing deep within her hips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman’s hand stopped at a small bulge at the base of her spine. \u00a0Her breath caught and she pressed slightly, feeling the skin move. \u00a0She could feel small, hard bones shifting just beneath the surface of the skin. \u00a0The bulge swelled beneath her fingers and the skin seemed to harden near the tip. \u00a0Short hairs surrounding the bulge tickled her. \u00a0She touched the hairs, tracing them up the small of her back. \u00a0They thickened beneath her fingers in a line, joining with the tuft growing over the spine. \u00a0She stopped when she felt her claws scrape against her skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

She snatched her hand away to stare at it. \u00a0The joints of her finger felt inflamed and she flexed them before stretching them open. \u00a0Dark black claws tipped each of her fingers with sharp points. \u00a0The young woman hissed through her teeth as her right hand spasmed. \u00a0She heard bones crack and the skin moved. \u00a0Her fingers lengthened. \u00a0Tiny dark black spots suddenly appeared on the back of her hand and her eyes widened as hairs sprouted. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Fur,<\/span><\/i> she told herself, watching as it grew slowly down her forearm. \u00a0She pulled her sleeve back and twisted her arm back and forth until a sharp hot pain flared in her hand and she clenched, making a fist. \u00a0Muscle bulged in her forearm before disappearing beneath a thin coating of black fur. \u00a0She shivered, feverish as her other hand began to grow into a freakish semblance of a rat’s paw. \u00a0Thick, rough flesh bubbled from the palm of her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

The loud sharp crash of glass breaking jerked Dr. Bowman to attention. \u00a0Her long, folded ears trembled and a small squeak escaped her lips. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“Have to move,” she told herself. \u00a0“Have to move. \u00a0There has to be a way out.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The young woman panted as she opened the door and entered the hallway. \u00a0She felt like she was burning up and her sweat-soaked sweater clung to her body, restricting her breathing. \u00a0The stub of her tail flicked as she moved, running in a crouch until she was sure nobody had seen her. \u00a0She grabbed at the collar of her sweater, pulling it to release heat. \u00a0The cool air slipped inside and she groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n

With a quick glance, Dr. Bowman pulled at her shirt. \u00a0She twisted and squirmed and squeaked as she worked it off of her with awkward, long fingers. \u00a0Her claws kept catching and tearing at the fabric until it was dotted with holes. \u00a0She flung the sweater and it smacked wetly against the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman sighed happily, crouching down to her hands and feet, stretching her small, lightly furred body. \u00a0She shook herself, flinging sweat from the fur of her back like a dog. \u00a0She hunched on her knees to run her hands through her hair and down along her back where she could reach. \u00a0Over and over she cleaned herself while her mind raced.<\/span><\/p>\n

There has to be a way out of here,<\/span><\/i> she thought. \u00a0Her upper lip bulged slightly and holes opened in the skin. \u00a0Two slick whiskers sprouted from her lip and she rubbed at them, licking the furry back of her hand before sliding it along her lip and cheek. \u00a0More whiskers grew forth and she rubbed them, too. \u00a0<\/span>The warehouse! \u00a0It has a loading dock!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

She stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where she was in the building. \u00a0Dark hars slid from the skin around her belly button. \u00a0The hairs sprouted in a lazy line down, disappearing into her pants and then even more slowly up the middle of her chest. \u00a0She scratched idly at them with her short claws.<\/span><\/p>\n

A lot of labs around me,<\/span><\/i> \u00a0she noticed, remembering the writing on the wall. \u00a0She tilted her head back and sniffed the air. \u00a0Cartilage creaked within her nose and she sneezed, violently and her nasal bone snapped. \u00a0Tears of pain filled the young woman’s eyes and she pressed her fingers tenderly against her nose. \u00a0Her gums began to ache with a dull heat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bones within her face seemed to snap and move and she tasted dull copper at the back of her throat. \u00a0Dr. Bowman gently leaned forward to press her forehead against the ground, groaning through the pain blooming in her jaw. \u00a0Her eyes and nose burned as her jaw <\/span>stretched<\/i><\/b>, growing out into a short muzzle with the slow groaning of bones. \u00a0Dr. Bowman sneezed again and spat blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

“F- Furrck!” Dr. Bowman cried out, blinking through her tears. \u00a0She explored her odd new mouth carefully, feeling the gaps between her teeth. \u00a0The tip of her tongue touched her front teeth. \u00a0She could feel the two front teeth slowly fusing together and, when she licked at her bottom front teeth, she felt a large, single tooth that had replaced them. \u00a0It scraped against her front tooth as it elongated.<\/span><\/p>\n

Grinding her front teeth brought relief and she felt a wild urge to bite and chew and gnaw. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A chair. \u00a0The leg of a chair. \u00a0All wood,<\/span><\/i> she told herself. \u00a0She knew her rats; knew their habits. \u00a0Their need to sharpen their teeth. \u00a0She felt it deep in her core now. \u00a0She <\/span>hungered<\/i><\/b> for it in a strange way and her mouth watered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman jumped at the sudden feeling of cold against her skin. \u00a0Between her thighs. \u00a0She looked back to see her short, wrist thick tail lying on the ground. \u00a0It was dull gray and it twisted as she watched, as if happy at the attention it was receiving. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“H…rd…. so…thing,” Dr. Stevens’ voice said from the distance, echoing in the hall and caught by her long ears.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fabric tore around Dr. Bowman’s thighs. \u00a0She twitched her ears, listening for the men while massaging her sore thighs. \u00a0The seams or her pants had split and she felt her thigh muscles bulging beneath her skin. \u00a0Her pants dug into her waist and Dr. Bowman bit her lip, drawing blood before she remembered her new long teeth. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Nobody will see,<\/span><\/i> she told herself, feeling her odd cheeks burning. \u00a0<\/span>It doesn’t matter now. \u00a0It doesn’t matter. \u00a0I just have to get to the warehouse and get out of her.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The young woman pulled at her pants, her fingers fumbling with the clasps holding them together. \u00a0She hissed in frustration and her pupils seemed to widen. \u00a0Further and further they grew until her entire eyes were swallowed by pure black. \u00a0Colors seemed to fade before her and she hissed louder, scrabbling at her pants, shredding them with her claws until with a loud screech, she ripped her pants from her body.<\/span><\/p>\n

She knelt there, panting, head bowed. \u00a0Sweat slipped from her hairline, down her muzzle to drip to the ground. \u00a0Her chest heaved and with a cry, she tore her bra from her body, her forearms and biceps bulging until the clasps snapped. \u00a0A thick line of fur covered the middle of her lean, hardened frame, fanning out on her belly until it faded to sparse hair along her hips. \u00a0The fur on her chest seemed to cradle her small, bare breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman’s simple white panties bulged over a thick tuft of fur covering her sex. \u00a0She stared at the fur between her thighs and along her belly. \u00a0The fur down her middle slowly sprouted to creep out to her sides. \u00a0She couldn’t look away from it. \u00a0Small holes opening in her skin to emit thick black hairs that coiled and tangled with each other.<\/span><\/p>\n

She touched the fur along her hips, feeling the softness between her elongated fingers. \u00a0The fur dragged and pulled at her skin and she hissed and moaned as her claws slid against her waist. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The young woman’s bare tail hung heavy on her lower back. \u00a0It moved and wrapped itself around her leg before untying itself to writhe on the floor. \u00a0Her thighs were heavy and thick with muscle and her calves were beginning to bulge as well. \u00a0Unlike the pain from her small muzzle, she felt a small bit of pleasure from it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Easing herself awkwardly back onto her ass, the scientist took her sneakers and socks off. \u00a0She stared at her feet<\/span><\/p>\n

“Where…. Damn…. her!” Dr. Stevens screamed far away, his voice lost in the labyrinth of labs and offices.<\/span><\/p>\n

She hunched forward, taking her foot in her hands. \u00a0She massaged her heel and bridge over and over while grinding her teeth. \u00a0Her thin, long fingers pressed hard, kneading the muscles and skin, pressing them forward to the tips of her toes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rough skin rasped against the pads of her hands and Dr. Bowman turned her foot to look. \u00a0Calluses were forming on the heel and ball of her foot, growing thicker and thicker until they were proper pads. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I know,<\/span><\/i> she told herself. \u00a0<\/span>I know. \u00a0Just a little more. \u00a0Just a little more. \u00a0It doesn’t hurt if I don’t fight it.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

She kept pushing and massaging and felt the bones reshape under her fingers. \u00a0The ball of her foot slowly began to push forward and widen, pulling her toes with it. \u00a0When her other foot throbbed for attention, she grabbed both, one with each hand. \u00a0Eyes closed, breathing steadily, she <\/span>pushed<\/span><\/i>. \u00a0Her feet and toes lengthened and pins and needles danced along her feet. \u00a0Sharp points of pain flared in her toes and she hissed, opening her eyes to see black claws emerging. \u00a0The claws grew forth, larger and larger and she flexed her long toes until she scratched at the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n

With a heavy sigh, Dr. Bowman released her feet and rolled her head, feeling wisps of fur from her neck tickling her bare shoulders. \u00a0She scratched lightly at her neck. \u00a0Rough stubble along her shoulders scratched her fingers before sprouting further into soft, silky fur to match her arms and back. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman stood, slightly hunched, on strong legs. \u00a0She pressed herself against the wall. \u00a0She took an experimental step and her tail slammed against the wall as she steadied herself with it. \u00a0She pushed away, standing alone and her tail shifted as she moved.<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt strong and light and she itched to move. \u00a0Her ears nearly vibrated atop her head and their movement shifted her long hair.<\/span><\/p>\n

The labs. \u00a0I can find my way from here,<\/span><\/i> she told herself. \u00a0She remembered a map she’d seen once, on the wall during a fire drill. \u00a0She knew the way and so she padded silently down the hallway on long, nimble feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Twists and turns confounded her but she kept a mental map and backtracked until she pushed into the warehouse. \u00a0It was huge with cranes overhead and racks of equipment and boxes but the exit had to be at the far end. \u00a0It had to be. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman crinkled her nose at the scent of oil and other chemicals. \u00a0She rubbed her paws against her mouth and swiped it back down through her hair. \u00a0She crouched, looking around carefully with deep black eyes. \u00a0She took a hesitant step on all fours and then another before standing, her ears twitching and trembling.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nobody here,<\/span><\/i> she told herself. \u00a0She thought to herself as she walked, sometimes hunching, sometimes dropping to all fours but quickly standing to walk on two legs. \u00a0Her heavy, bare tail hung above white panties nearly swallowed in thick fur. \u00a0She clawed at her panties absent-mindedly and then ripped them off. \u00a0<\/span>How can I fix this? \u00a0I need someone to help me. \u00a0Someone I trust that knows what they’re doing. \u00a0My assistants!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The exit loomed before her but the lights suddenly clicked on and Dr. Bowman screeched. \u00a0Her eyes were solid black and they darted while the fur at the back of her neck stood on end. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“-to be here. \u00a0Line of clothes leading this way and we checked everywhere else,” a voice she didn’t recognize said. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman ran, dropping momentarily to all fours before standing again. \u00a0Her long tail streamed behind her and her fur rustled as she ran faster than she ever had. \u00a0The young woman crossed her arms around herself and crashed into the exit. \u00a0The door’s hinges groaned and snapped under her and she flew into the night air. \u00a0She rolled, her tail thumping painfully against the ground over and over.<\/span><\/p>\n

Shouts behind her. \u00a0Dr. Bowman scrambled to a stop, her claws scratching the ground. \u00a0She ran on all fours now, her claws digging clumps of dirt from the ground. \u00a0She could feel the wind rustling the fur of her back, and her belly and her nipples tightened on her breasts. \u00a0She grinded her teeth to hold back a moan as the huge building vanished behind her.<\/span><\/p>\n

The young woman slid to a stop. \u00a0Dirt clung to her fur and she desperately wanted to clean herself but she was <\/span>FREE<\/i><\/b> and she’d ran so incredibly fast. \u00a0The cold air shocked her lungs and she laughed with a high pitched shriek. \u00a0She was exhilarated. \u00a0Alive with energy coursing through her body. \u00a0She-<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman’s knees weakened and she fell with a moan as she came into her heat.<\/span><\/p>\n

It hit her suddenly and painfully. \u00a0Not like the slow burning fire she’d felt in the rare times when she was attracted to someone but like someone shoving a burning dagger into her guts and twisting.<\/span><\/p>\n

She leaned forward, arching her back and tail with her head raised. \u00a0Her pussy glistened in the pale moonlight and muscles contracted within, opening herself to show her readiness for any passing buck.<\/span><\/p>\n

She panted, aching to touch herself. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

No,<\/span><\/i> she moaned. \u00a0<\/span>No. \u00a0Oh. \u00a0Oh god. \u00a0Oh god. \u00a0I need. \u00a0I need it. \u00a0Oh god. \u00a0I need to be fucked so bad. \u00a0No! \u00a0I’m- I’m more than this. \u00a0I won’t- I won’t-<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The young woman hung her head and her hand trembled down her body, sliding through the thick fur of her belly. \u00a0Her fingers rubbed sore, sensitive skin and she groaned, pinching the skin. \u00a0He twisted beneath her touch and she went to her knees, leaning back, clawing and pinching along her belly as five sets of teats grew beneath her fur. \u00a0Skin twisting into nipples above milk ducts forming beneath the skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fire burned in her head, confusing her. \u00a0She scented the air, trying to think. \u00a0Trying to find a mate. \u00a0Trying to remember where she was going. \u00a0She needed to stand up. \u00a0To be bent over and fucked. \u00a0To get away. \u00a0To be filled with cum and babies.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Noorrr,” Dr. Bowman said, grinding her long teeth together. \u00a0WIth supreme effort, she forced the gnawing heat out of her head and stood on weak, trembling legs. \u00a0<\/span>My assistants. \u00a0I have to find them. I have to mate. \u00a0To- no, No! \u00a0To get help. \u00a0To get away from this place.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

She moved. \u00a0Slowly. \u00a0Her thighs rubbed together and she felt the slick fur over her engorged pussy. \u00a0The base of her tail pressed down, adding pressure that was driving her wild. \u00a0She gasped, breathing through her nose for a moment before realizing how strong her scent was.<\/span><\/p>\n

Piper’s,<\/span><\/i> Dr. Bowman remembered. \u00a0<\/span>They’re at Piper’s.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

She forced herself on. \u00a0Forward. \u00a0One step at a time. \u00a0She’d never felt anything like the heat coursing through her and had to battle constant urges with every step. \u00a0Her neck ached to be bitten. \u00a0She could feel the phantom claws of a lover on her back. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman fell to her knees again and looked up dully. \u00a0The local bar was before her: \u00a0Piper’s. \u00a0Her wetness dripped freely from her pussy, mixing with the dirt. \u00a0Her pussy flexed open again, begging to be filled.<\/span><\/p>\n

Charles,<\/span><\/i> she thought. \u00a0Her assistant was standing outside, smoking. \u00a0She moaned, leaning forward on her arms, arching her back and tail in reflex. \u00a0<\/span>He. \u00a0He can help. \u00a0Fill me. \u00a0No, fix Me! \u00a0Fi- \u00a0F- \u00a0Fuck me. \u00a0Give me little babies. \u00a0No. \u00a0Nooooohhh god. \u00a0He can- he can help. \u00a0Fix this. \u00a0He can-<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Rational thought fled, consumed by her heat. \u00a0She ran on all fours, slamming into him. \u00a0Holding him down. \u00a0He tried to speak beneath her but she kissed her and licked him and bit him, tasting his blood and her own from biting her own tongue and lips in a frenzy. \u00a0Rubbing her swollen sex against his rough jeans until they were soaked from her need. \u00a0He tried to speak but she couldn’t hear him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Charles thrashed and pushed at the creature on top of him, tasting blood and fur, trying to fight her off. \u00a0Dr. Bowman clawed at him, shredding his shirt and pushing at his pants. \u00a0Her heat was palpable \u00a0\u00a0Her mind was a chaotic blur: \u00a0<\/span>Help me fuck me fill me mate me fix me until i’m full of his cum and my belly is so fat from babies and his teeth on my neck and his cock inside my aching pussy-<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Dr. Bowman’s claws ran down Charles’ back. \u00a0Fur began to sprout from the man’s shoulders and he shook, his hands holding her now, reflexively. \u00a0Keeping her close. \u00a0His nostrils expanded to take in the doe’s scent and he hardened beneath her. \u00a0Wanting her. \u00a0He would take her and then- he scented the air again, smelling Julie and Jennifer inside. \u00a0A wide grin split his face as his jaw cracked. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Charles’ human mind screamed uselessly against the mating frenzy that had taken hold. \u00a0The screaming faltered and began fading. \u00a0He saw himself as if he were far away and realized in horror that he was beginning to enjoy it. \u00a0As his body twisted and squirmed above the female, rutting in the dirt, that small part of him whimpered as the thought of breeding females began to fill him with immense, undeniable pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n

When the bar’s door opened and a young woman’s voice called out for him, the part that was still human whispered excited instructions.<\/span><\/p>\n

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