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I awake to the lights being turned on from Bob rummaging around the room, grabbing some clothes from one dresser and going behind the curtain again to change. With a sigh I force myself up, preparing myself for the worst and expecting to see tons of new changes. And yet, find that very few changes had occurred. Heck as I look at my bed the amount of fallen hair on my bed is less than the hair I had lost even eating dinner. I'm guessing then that whatever method of activation the serum is using to change me, my metabolism is playing a huge factor. And that during the time that I'm asleep, the effects of the serum are slowed considerably, if not completely stopped. Meaning it might be possible to completely halt the process if someone were to enter a kind of suspended animation. Is that, perhaps, what has befallen the original creator of the serum? That he passed on his work to someone else and stuck himself into a very long sleep?

Apparently growing impatient by me just sitting up and looking myself over Bob throws a shirt at me, the article landing on my head. I pull it off and look at it. Same light blue that Bob's wearing, just more than a tad bit larger. He also throws a pair of pants at me. So I get to wear actual clothes today instead of a hospital gown. That's good to know. The shirt is obviously easy to put on. The pants, however, are a bit trickier. Especially since it took me a bit to realize that the pants have a built-in tail hole and figuring out how to get that to work was a bit of a challenge to the extent that Bob actually went up close and showed me how the tail hole worked on his pants. Still no shoes, though. Or underwear for that matter.

First destination was back to the bathroom where again Bob started brushing his teeth after using a stall, though this time he wasn't as strict about making me do so as well. Then it was time to go to the cafeteria for what I'd guess would be breakfast. We happen to pass by that wall from last night and I put my hand onto it experimentally and find that it does reveal itself to my touch as well, showing an admittedly cloudy day, and still providing no more signs of any nearby civilization than before. Bob wasn't even waiting up for me and as I take my hand off and start to walk off I find the window reverts back to looking like a wall. I head to the cafeteria and find Bob already picking up a plate and getting some food, this time back to the usual of squishy squares and syrupy goops. Oh well, guess can't have every meal be special. It's probably just the dinner meals that get to be made special. That or Bob himself made that dinner. No clue on that. There is the effect, though, that the dispensers are giving more breakfasty like things to eat. At least in the manner of taste. The squares taste of things like hash browns and almost eggs, which is certainly welcome. But then once food is over time to go back to work.

On my way back to the lab I have definitely started being aware of the fact that my heels are increasingly not liking me putting any real weight onto them and when I'm not paying attention like to lift off the ground just a tiny bit. Not enough to be particularly visible, maybe only an inch off the ground, but definitely noticeable. And something that is annoying to have to keep my mind on forcing to walk normally. We get to the lab and I notice one big glaring thing. The table in the center is gone. The thing I first woke up on yesterday, the table that I was injected on and brought into this is gone. Which means either Bob got restless and decided to change things up a bit while I was asleep, which is odd since that'd mean he did that in his nightgown as he didn't change until after I woke up, or there are others here.

"Did you move the table?" I ask, pointing to where the table used to be but now is just a dry-erase board.

Bob looks at me and shakes his head before shrugging. Guessing either something he doesn't want to share with me or something that even he doesn't know. Either way, definitely disconcerting information. When we go to look at the results I do find one thing that makes me feel more at ease. Apparently this lab can be set to run multiple experiments in sequence. Thus even though we weren't doing anything with it after the second setup, it ran enough experiments to go through most of the night and probably just didn't make any noise because night mode and you don't want to wake people up to know that the experiments you ran overnight are done.

As such I guess it makes sense to do it in the manner he did yesterday. An experiment or two during the day, check the results and adjust. And then for the last one just have it run a bunch based on what you know and see what comes of it. It's a decent enough strategy and one I'll probably maintain. As for the results, sill not too positive of results. There's a couple that ended up far worse, one actually ended up accelerating the serum instead. There were a couple that did at least look promising though, especially one that didn't reduce the serum quite as much, but at the same time didn't do nearly as much damage to the body. So following that one might be able to at least delay things a bit longer.

Knowing what will be needed next I go ahead and without even being told to do so head over to the pedestal and after taking my shirt and pants off again step onto it, letting it look me over for the third time, getting another example of just how far gone I've gotten. I have since last time shrunk another three inches. My face is definitely giving the resemblance to a sort of proto-muzzle and my ears are noticeably larger and higher up than before. My eyes have shifted to an off-blue color with almost almond shaped pupils when the light is shining at them. My nose also seems to have gotten a bit darker which I guess is to be expected all things considering.

At this point, unfortunately, it is not so much that I can consider my hair to being falling out as it is being replaced by fur. Almost two thirds of my hair seems to have fallen out, most of that replaced with the white fur, making me not so much look normal as a white furred individual with a smattering of dark brown hairs, and a smattering that's becoming less and less over time. My face is also starting to look a bit more triangular as well, what with my cheekbones becoming a bit more pronounced, especially with the fur at the bottom of my cheeks. And my tail has certainly grown quite a bit again. Up to the readings it's about eight inches long now, though it looks a quarter again longer due to the fur at the tip.

I'm definitely starting to look a lot less and less a human with animalistic hints as I am a human that's part animal. I most certainly wouldn't be able to survive out with normal people. I don't think that even if I were to merely halt the serum at this point that I would be able to fully hide what all I have become. Having lost almost eight inches total off my height definitely makes me feel quite a bit shorter. Though the thing doesn't check for that I do make a mental note that my canine teeth are almost twice as long as my normal ones would have been. I did, however, notice that there seem to be a few more bumps on my chest too. I didn't think much of them when I was changing but now that I get a better angle on them they do seem to be in a regular pattern. Three more bumps along the left side of my lower ribs and stomach, mirrored completely by three bumps on the right side. I can only shudder to think what those are. Best not to think at all about them. Once the blood has been drawn I also not that my fur does get to be about an inch long, though the hairs that are just coming in aren't nearly as long.

Setting up the experiment seems to be more on me doing it this time than the last few. I'm not sure what the situation is but Bob seems to be somewhat distracted by things, responding much more slowly to questions and comments. He still will correct me when I do something wrong, but it does seem like it's taking him a lot more effort to do so. Something is clearly bothering him but it's not like I have any means to really find out. The one time I do ask he just sort of shrugs me off and gives me a thumbs up sign. Either way, I do manage to get the experiment set up a lot faster this time, most of the actual experiment being of my own choice this time too, though more because Bob simply was too distracted by whatever was going on.

I can definitely detect his scent now with my growing and developing nose, though I don't quite have the means to be able to really make any sense of it. But with the experiment starting to run Bob goes ahead and leaves me to my own devices, apparently deciding to go outside himself. Though I am tempted that's not typically what I really feel like doing at the moment, especially with how I'm constantly trying to fight my own body to try and be as human as possible. I suppose in some regards the pants are a sign of acceptance. Back with the hospital gown the tail was obscured completely. With these pants, my tail is in full display of everyone. Well by everyone I mean of course only Bob and I. Though who or how did they get that table out.

Thinking of something I go to the pedestal again and find the hidden compartment in the floor. I lift it up and then reach inside and note much to my surprise that there is no crumpled up piece of paper in there anymore. In fact the paper that's in there looks freshly printed with nary a bend or crease in it. Quickly I rush over to the one of the cheat sheet papers for one of the first equipment and note that it too looked brand new again. When Bob had torn it out of my hands I had ripped the corner slightly. Not enough to really be that much of an issue or make it at all harder to read, but it was something. And now? The paper is back to normal. So not only did someone change up the room by means of removing the old table and put in the dry erase board but they also went and replaced all of the papers in the room. Which means that for the most part trying to leave any lasting notes isn't going to work. Which also means that the only information we have to go on for preparing the next experiment is the previous experiment's data.

And what will be the point in that? Wouldn't that be kind of counter-intuitive if you're trying to create a cure? In either event it's not something I want to think about at the moment and I make my way over to the rec room. I don't really feel in the mood to just sit and do nothing at the moment. So I go and move over to the site he had pulled the treadmill from and begin running on that thing. With my heel wanting to stay a little under an inch from the ground trying to run normally is definitely an uncomfortable experience to say the least. On top of which trying to force it down only really serves to further illustrate the particular situation I'm in. Once I give up and just let it stay in the air and run on the balls of my feet I'm more able to just do what I want and enjoy the run.

I can definitely find an improvement in my own conditioning. Even with everything that's happened to me I can already find myself able to move faster and longer than I could have only a couple of days ago. And as unfortunate as it is, the biggest drawbacks to me running, the two things slowing me down the most are the fact that my heels still hit the ground every now and then, creating a small, jarring motion every time, and my formerly big toes seem to keep getting in the way, clipping onto the ground in an uncomfortable manner. They've grown considerably smaller compared to the other four and has moved slightly up the foot, probably on its way to being a dewclaw or something or other.

But even still, I do find the running helps keep my mind off my situation. When I stop trying to fight my body and simply run I find I'm able to not only not dwell about my current situation but also my mind operates much more clearly. Thoughts come to me more freely than ever before. I'm able to think at a level I had been unable to do previously and some of the things that I had been shown I'm finally able to make sense from simply from thinking about them during my run. But I am not an athlete, at the very least nowhere close to as athletic as Bob is and I am going full tilt. So it doesn't take long before I've completely worn myself out and am forced to stop. I move over and get a drink of water, noting what I'm guessing is my answer to the question I had when Bob was running regarding sweating. Which is, yes, I do still sweat, just not as much. Given how grimy my body feels at the moment I decide to take a bit of a break to go and take a shower if I can remember where it is. I haven't yet heard of any dinging sound so the experiment hasn't finished yet and I'm sure he'll come find me for lunch, whenever that is.