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Apparently the first time was him just doing it solo and I guess this time it's my turn to go through all the steps and run the experiment myself. I frown slightly at this, my tongue playing with the little tiny protrusion sticking out of the gums over what used to be my old canine teeth. But I look at the paper and follow as best I can. It is definitely not all that easy a task to do. Even though the paper was clearly written so that the average person could understand what was being written, it doesn't change the fact that the program really only works well if you know what you're doing already. And thankfully Bob is there to correct me, albeit a bit impatiently, whenever I start messing up. The moment I start doing something I'm not supposed to Bob would bark at me, swipe my hand away and then point at the paper on the step I'm supposed to be following.

And with that I'm slowly able to set up each of the machines. It easily ends up taking me more than three times as long to get through all the steps than it did Bob the first time we ran the experiment. With me not knowing what all is and is not good yet when it comes time to setting up the actual experiment Bob doesn't so much let me figure it out myself so much as point me at all the options, still insisting on letting me do the actual grunt work but clearly in control over how things are being run and what things we will be trying this time.

And when we're done we head out of the room again and this time Bob does not seem to lead me anywhere, but rather heads off on his own without waiting for me towards what I believe are the restrooms. Which it has been a while and I don't know how long before I got here that he last went. So that's completely understandable. I spend my own time just casually walking the halls for a bit, though with my heels getting to be very tender from having had to stand and walk on them all day on a hard floor without any sort of cushion or even shoes to walk on I end up gravitating towards the rec room again and sit down, deciding to spend some time trying to massage my feet.

It is while doing this that I notice yet another unfortunate change going on in my body as well as increase my suspicion that I'm slowly turning into another dog man thing like Bob. Not only has my big toe slightly shrunk and receded but the rest of my toes seem to have become slightly swollen. On top of that the balls of my feet feel a bit thicker than normal while the padding on my heel seems to have thinned instead. Which is certainly annoying. No way in hell, though, am I going to give in and simply walk on the balls of my feet like an animal, though. My tail has already grown almost another inch on my and I spend a bit playing with it, debating whether or not if I were to simply find a knife or something in one of these rooms and chop it off if it'll stop growing or regrow itself in full. But feeling it I can feel the bones of my tail, and it doesn't feel so much like the tail growth is the bones in my tail growing longer, so much as more bones are growing and pushing the rest further out. Meaning that going through that kind of trauma might not even do anything.

Eventually I hear a quick ding and think that it might mean that the experiment has finished again and time to go see if the results are much better. At my current rate of progression I imagine I might only have enough time for one or two more experiments before I'm too far along for it to do me any good. But when I head out of the rec room I find Bob heading in my direction and waving for me to follow him, in a direction opposite the lab. Instead he takes me to the cafeteria again. Apparently that ding must have meant dinner time rather than experiment done time? Either way all of the dispensers have already come up, whether or not it's because this is what Bob had been doing with is time or if it happened automatically I can't tell.

In either event time for more food and does a good job of conveying to me just how much time has passed. It's a weird thing to lose track of time, but when nothing at all gives a glimpse of the outside world and there aren't any clocks around it does become a tad bit more difficult. The food this time, though I'm sure still made with the same stuff looks, at the very least, more food-like. Instead of mushy squares and colored goop it looks like for dinner it strained the substance from the mushy squares into a noodle and is serving us a sort of pasta with a red looking sauce. So guess spaghetti is for dinner this time? And to its credit it does sort of taste like spaghetti and meatballs, though the pasta definitely doesn't look like normal noodles and the texture is more certainly quite off.

Does my sense of taste change with my body? Will things that used to taste good or bad for me be different as time progresses and this thing slowly consumes my body? These are the kinds of things that I dwell on while eating my dinner, noting with more than a slight concern I already seem to have an itch to sink my growing canine teeth into something more satisfying, but how much of that is self-enforced I don't know. I do know they are already almost as long as they used to be, but with a bit more space around them implying they'll likely keep growing. When we're done eating instead of leading me to the rec room again he leads me in a different direction, one we hadn't gone before. I wonder if perhaps he's going to show me to where I am going to be sleeping but instead he takes me to a particularly long wall and places his hand against it. Instantly the surface of the wall seems to change and become transparent and outside looks to be a night sky in a field of some sort.

At first I think that perhaps this is just a way of altering the decoration to make it look like a more live-able environment but then he heads to one particular part of the wall and grabs what I notice now to be a handle and pushes against it, revealing that no, it's not an illusion of the outside world, but rather the wall was the illusion covering up a window to the outside world. Bob steps out and I follow, somewhat dumbfounded at what is before me and wondering just how much else is being kept from me, both by Bob and by this facility. I step out and my eyes close slightly in contentment as I feel the wind, real wind blow against my fur. But I quickly snap to my senses as soon as I realize what I'm doing. Bob seems to be doing the same thing, though not so much fighting it so much as letting it wash over him.

The scenery does certainly look quite beautiful. The sky is perfectly clear and I'm able to see the stars very easily. At first I wonder at how I'm able to see the stars so clearly and not through any sort of light pollution but when I turn back and look at the facility the wall is dark, like it's just some wall and not a door. And that's true for the entire facility. It's unbelievable big. Clearly much bigger than I had thought and I had gone through what I had thought was most of it, but how much is locked off from me I can't tell as well as if any of it is just another illusion. What I can see, however, is that the land in front of me is left to grow wild, there is no sign of civilization to be seen. Meaning that whatever brought me here had to transport me a long way. I also don't see any sort of road from this side, though by all standards there should be some somewhere, as well as powerlines, though those probably would be underground lines. Beyond a line of flowers there really is nothing but the wilderness beyond. This is probably the exit to this place. Walk around the building long enough and find a road and follow that to civilization. I imagine this was kept from me to try and prevent me from falling to temptation but now that I have that strong motivation to try and stay and cure myself it's not as big an issue to letting me see this beauty and feel the wind in my fur. And the grass on my sore feet is definitely a welcome relief.

I start to walk forward, to more fully explore my surroundings but Bob quickly puts a hand in front of me to stop me. I turn to look at him, wondering if perhaps he doesn't trust me but instead of being forceful he looks at me and points at the flowers before shaking his head. So he doesn't want me destroying his flowers? Is that what he's trying to tell me? If that's the case I'm sure I can be careful enough around those to not do too much damage to them. But when I start trying to move forward again he puts a bit more force in keeping me back before making a gesture of his fingers walking over the outstretched fingers of his other hand and then dropping his fingers once he's gotten past the first couple. He then makes sure I know what he's referring to by waving me over towards the front end of the flowers before leaning down and pointing to something in the dirt. Curious I move forward and crouch down, not really getting a good feel for it I eventually get down onto my knees to check it out and sure enough there is something there. On this side of the flowers is just normal dirt and grass. But right at the start of the flowers is a small line in the ground, not something that would be that obvious to the eye from a distance, especially since you're seeing a transition anyway. After the line the ground is very hard, like turf or something, much less forgiving. And considering what he was saying that means that the flowers could be a warning line to a trap, grown to either obscure something or to provide a visual barrier. Whether or not stepping onto the flowers will cause me to fall I can't tell, it might be superstition, it might be real. In either event, if it makes him happy I'll content myself enough by not pressing the issue tonight, especially since I still have to cure myself of that serum Bob had injected into me earlier first.

But even still it is more certainly a welcome sight to behold, even if it doesn't make up for the fact that half my hair has fallen out and a good portion of that has instead been replaced with luxuriantly soft fur. Eventually I just sit down in the grass and stare up at the stars and try to lose myself in them rather than what is currently going on with my body. But eventually the stresses of the day catch up to me and I am forced to stifle a yawn. I really need a coffee or something to keep myself awake. Can what I am becoming even handle coffee? I know dogs can't handle chocolate but don't know how that applies to coffee and if this form carries with it those intolerances. But instead Bob gestures me to follow again and goes back to the wall. If it wasn't for the fact I knew in advance that it was there I wouldn't have seen the handle to the door. It was disguised to perfectly match the rest of the wall. But we enter back into the stuffy, sterile looking lab and he leads me to one of the restrooms. Though it seems a bit too soon after the last time he went. But he guides me in there anyway. Though for him instead of using the facilities he goes over to one of the mirrors and pulls out a simple toothbrush and begins to brush his teeth.

"Okay, mom," I joke at him but decide to first use the toilet first, trying extremely hard to not think about how my junk already not only feels but looks slightly differently, slightly more animalistic. I do eventually go back over and find another, fresh toothbrush waiting for me and he's quite insistent about me using it. I sigh, shrug and then go about brushing my own teeth, even though I'm half afraid that doing so will end up knocking out some of my molars that have started to feel a bit loose as well. So instead I focus on the teeth that have already fallen out and started growing in again. My canine teeth have, as I had expected, continue to grow and are noticeably longer than they had been yesterday. But with that task done I turn to him and stick my tongue out and hope my mouth wide, a bit wider than I thought I could normally do, as a matter of jest in case he wanted to inspect my work and make sure I did it right. But instead he doesn't even bother looking but rather leads me out and towards one of the bedrooms. He points at one bed in the room before immediately heading towards another of the beds and hopping onto it for a moment before reaching over and pulling out a nightgown from the side of the bed. He stands up and walks around a curtain before switching into it and hopping back onto his bed. I find it a bit interesting how he has so few qualms about seeing me naked but insists on me not seeing him naked as well. That and I think his little nightshirt is just so adorable on his little frame. It's not so much that it's a kid's shirt as it is a light purple color that looks more like an adult's shirt being worn on a kid and just accentuates his fur and features so well. He gives me an odd look for staring at him, which causes me to instantly look away before climbing under the covers and going to sleep.

It takes me a far bit longer to try and fall asleep, though I do notice that the temperature does drop quite a bit, probably from the heater turning off while no one is active anymore. But given how much has already changed for me already, I shudder to think about how much different I'll look in the morning. How much of my available time am I wasting away just on getting a bit of sleep? Now I fully know the importance of sleep and that if I just kept going without sleep I wouldn't be able to function at full capacity and eventually would start making bigger and bigger mistakes than I would have previously. This is of course aided by the fact that lying in a bed with nothing to do I can't help but feel how much differently my body is. The feel of my ears on the pillow in a different location than before, the shape of my face as it also contacts that pillow, the feel of my legs, the feel of my growing tail trying to sort of curl up between my legs as far as I can tell. It still isn't very long so it can't really do much in that regard. But eventually I do manage to fall asleep. Not sure for how long, though and I don't really remember my dreams.