Medium story from source: "We can assure you, this is purely for safety reasons." They kept repeating that line. One waiver after another that soon, it was hard to bother really worrying about what they said. The laboratory seemed legitimate enough! Plenty of high-tech machines and scanners. They even had these really cool bracelets and anklets that monitored your vitals. The pink glow was at least a little reassuring.
One of the lab workers recites the risks and benefits of the study from a clipboard. It's all very dry and boring... until he mentions the part about taking off your clothes! "WHAT!?" What kind of experiment...!?"
Well... science was just like that sometimes. They were professionals, in a clinical setting. You begrudgingly comply, waiting for your clothing to be replaced with the typical flimsy blue medical gown that never arrives. "Ah! So you'll be the next subject, correct? Excellent. Please follow me."
Naked as a jaybird, you are lead by a taciturn lab worker through a labyrinth of halls and doors, down who knows how many lower levels, into a cavernous room filled with strange, glass tubes. Although the temperature of the lab is relatively comfortable, you can't help but feel like people are leering at your exposed body the whole time.
They set a curious helmet over your head from amidst a whole rack that look designed for a variety of species. You are surprised to hear a sound-check coming from the speakers perfectly situated around the shape of your ears. Was this some sort of VR thing...?
Before you have much time to consider it, you are directed onto a featureless examination table. Your pawpads slide along its burnished silver, cold to the touch, and are immediately glad it affords you at least a bit of padded cushioning. "Now engaging restraints." The words come from both the headset and the muffled laboratory. A moment later, there is an electric buzzing and an irresistible magnetic tug that pins your arms and legs in place! Okay, this is getting weird! You protest loudly that you've changed your mind and rescinded consent, only to make a sinking realization: while you can hear and see outside of your sealed helmet, there is no embedded microphone!
"Begin process!" A soft hissing fills your ears. Some sort of sweet, pleasant-smelling mist begins to fill the confined space! You struggle and protest, but that scent.... so familiar. Inviting... you can't help but breathe it in... no! What was going on h-here...?
You could feel your cock beginning to harden against your will. The visor lights up suddenly, doing a quick calibration before a holographic display appears on its surface. Strange, undulating rings whirl soothingly before your eyes. There is an occasional flash, and you could swear you saw something else. Words. Figures... interesting positions. They kind of reminded you of certain naughty pictures, but you couldn't recall exactly which ones. Your cock certainly recalled its response to them!
"Pheromone cocktail at 20%. Begin transformation process." Out of the periphery of your clouded vision, ring-like silhouettes begin to scan up and down your body, making it feel... warm. Pleasant. A little numb. You whimper as the mind-numbing pleasure makes your body thrum. It feels like your hips are too tight, while your arms and upper body were losing power and tone. How....
"Good girl." Where had that sound come from!? Outside your visor, or inside...? "Good girls obey." it continues. The spirals and naughty flashes seem to pulse in the same tempo as that imperious voice! "Good girls give in to their instincts. So hot, so needy."
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They kept repeating that line. One waiver after another that soon, it was hard to bother really worrying about what they said. The laboratory seemed legitimate enough! Plenty of high-tech machines and scanners. They even had these really cool bracelets and anklets that monitored your vitals. The pink glow was at least a little reassuring.
One of the lab workers recites the risks and benefits of the study from a clipboard. It's all very dry and boring... until he mentions the part about taking off your clothes!
"WHAT!?" What kind of experiment...!?"
Well... science was just like that sometimes. They were professionals, in a clinical setting. You begrudgingly comply, waiting for your clothing to be replaced with the typical flimsy blue medical gown that never arrives.
"Ah! So you'll be the next subject, correct? Excellent. Please follow me."
Naked as a jaybird, you are lead by a taciturn lab worker through a labyrinth of halls and doors, down who knows how many lower levels, into a cavernous room filled with strange, glass tubes. Although the temperature of the lab is relatively comfortable, you can't help but feel like people are leering at your exposed body the whole time.
They set a curious helmet over your head from amidst a whole rack that look designed for a variety of species. You are surprised to hear a sound-check coming from the speakers perfectly situated around the shape of your ears. Was this some sort of VR thing...?
Before you have much time to consider it, you are directed onto a featureless examination table. Your pawpads slide along its burnished silver, cold to the touch, and are immediately glad it affords you at least a bit of padded cushioning.
"Now engaging restraints."
The words come from both the headset and the muffled laboratory. A moment later, there is an electric buzzing and an irresistible magnetic tug that pins your arms and legs in place! Okay, this is getting weird! You protest loudly that you've changed your mind and rescinded consent, only to make a sinking realization: while you can hear and see outside of your sealed helmet, there is no embedded microphone!
"Begin process!"
A soft hissing fills your ears. Some sort of sweet, pleasant-smelling mist begins to fill the confined space! You struggle and protest, but that scent.... so familiar. Inviting... you can't help but breathe it in... no! What was going on h-here...?
You could feel your cock beginning to harden against your will. The visor lights up suddenly, doing a quick calibration before a holographic display appears on its surface. Strange, undulating rings whirl soothingly before your eyes. There is an occasional flash, and you could swear you saw something else. Words. Figures... interesting positions. They kind of reminded you of certain naughty pictures, but you couldn't recall exactly which ones. Your cock certainly recalled its response to them!
"Pheromone cocktail at 20%. Begin transformation process."
Out of the periphery of your clouded vision, ring-like silhouettes begin to scan up and down your body, making it feel... warm. Pleasant. A little numb. You whimper as the mind-numbing pleasure makes your body thrum. It feels like your hips are too tight, while your arms and upper body were losing power and tone.
How....
"Good girl."
Where had that sound come from!? Outside your visor, or inside...?
"Good girls obey." it continues. The spirals and naughty flashes seem to pulse in the same tempo as that imperious voice! "Good girls give in to their instincts. So hot, so needy."