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Her response is not entirely what I'd expect. She just stares at me for a good long moment, adjusts her pants a bit to be a bit more comfortable, nods then turns around and gets back up on the treadmill. Sighing at not getting a more positive response I leave her alone for the time being, especially since her scent is starting to have an effect on me again and I'd rather separate myself from temptation. I instead make my way towards that outside wall. I put my hand on the wall to reveal the window and find that though the sky isn't all that clear, at least it's currently dry, which I guess is good enough for me. I move over to the door and step outside, letting the breeze calm me and flush out any lingering traces of her scent in my nose.

I probably don't have too much time left and with Bob in the state she's in I'm not sure how much help she'll end up being in getting me the cure. And I don't know for certain how much time I'll have left once she's come back to her senses. For all I can know for the time being it might be necessary to treat the rest of my time as being something that I have to do all on my own. I sit down in the grass, noting that it is still a little damp and just lose myself for the time being in the view in front of me. The long fields and no sign of civilization. If I focus really hard and try to block out the image of the flowers and the building behind me I can all but almost trick myself to completely ignoring my plight.

That I can, even if for just a moment or two instead be out in the middle of a field somewhere, completely by myself without a care to the world. And if I don't look at myself I can imagine being back in my old body again, though at this point it is sort of getting difficult to even imagine what that would feel like. Having had a tail for a few days now it's somewhat hard to think what it would feel like to have not had one, to not have expressive ears or to have the luxuriantly soft, white fur to touch whenever I touch my arm or leg.

There is a sea of sensations from my ears and my nose that I had not been privy too before. I know this. I know a human nose and human ears are nowhere nearly as sensitive as mine are already. I also know that they're only going to get more so. And yet, when I think about how a human would hear or smell, the only things on my mind I can come up with is to just take what my current senses and just mute them. Like how everything would smell if I had a cold or sound if I stuck some paper in my ears.

It's definitely a disconcerting thought that I'm not even halfway transformed and yet I've already gotten so acclimated to how this body acts to have considered it to be how it would and has always acted. And thinking on that and looking down at my fairly animalistic looking legs and feet I have to wonder if the reverse process would carry the same effect. Already I walk with my heels staying about three inches off the ground and I can practically feel that height going up as time goes on. And yet I didn't have to teach myself to walk like that. If anything I was doing the opposite, of trying my hardest not to learn how to walk on my toes. And now, as I think of it I find it hard to even think about the notion of walking on my heels anymore. It's just something that this body doesn't do. My heels are barely even considered as part of my foot in much the same way as most people don't think about their ankles when they're walking.

I poke and prod my foot for a while, noting all the little sensations involved. And for the first time I lift up my foot to get a good look at the flesh underneath. I do note an increased level of flexibility as well, which I hope would carry over if I get cured. A more athletic, more flexible and younger feeling body, free from any diseases. Would sound like a dream or a con if someone would offer it. But I suppose it is a con, for the cost of it is to lose all of your humanity and become something more animalistic than human.

But the bottom of my foot feels a little strange. Particularly in regards to the fact that sensation is both more muted and more sensitive. There is a very thick and yet still fairly pliable cushion under the balls of my feet and my toes. I spend a moment pushing on these, feeling just how much give they provide. I don't really feel much through them, which I guess makes a bit of sense. I can still feel things, yes, but it's nowhere nearly as sensitive as my hands are or my arm is. But when you have to walk on everything, it probably isn't as good for you to be able to feel every small change in texture. It would callous up a bit over time. But there are little hairs sticking out around the outline of the pad and these are somewhat sensitive, and almost make me feel a little bit ticklish playing with them.

My big toe has all but ceased to be a toe at this point. Not even located with the others anymore and much smaller. Though then again I never saw any sort of dewclaw on Bob so I'm guessing eventually they'll end up disappearing entirely. And then what would that be like when I cure myself? Will I grow a new big toe? Will I spend the rest of my life with only four toes just as I'll probably need dentures the rest of my life?

I sigh and realize I'm defeating the point of being here. I lie down on the grass, mindful of just how damp it is and with my hands behind my head just stare off into the cloudy sky. I let my mind wander while staring up, orienting myself in such a way to try and make sure that I don't see the facility as well as trying to ignore the feeling of the fur at the back of my head and my ears touching the grass. At least ignoring the fur is easy enough if I try and convince myself I'm just touching my own hair, just really soft and short hair. And then the next thing I know I'm hearing Bob bark at me that startles me and I quickly rise to see what the issue is.

Bob is merely at the door and barking at me to get my attention before gesturing me to follow. I shrug and guess at first that the experiment must have finished and she came to collect me but actually it turns out that I apparently had ended up taking a nap in the grass as she leads me over to the cafeteria. Her scent is definitely more than a little enticing, putting stray thoughts into my head for other things I could be doing. But as I try to push those thoughts from my mind I reflect on just how much time must have passed. If it's lunch time already then that must mean the experiment has long since finished. Whether or not that means that Bob just thought I was already taking care of it or whatnot I cannot tell. I can tell, however, from how Bob leaves once we get to the cafeteria that she had already eaten.

Odds are from that I'm guessing she just got too distracted herself doing her jogging thing from earlier that she wanted to keep her distance and spare me from her scent and eventually when she got hungry went to go eat lunch. But not seeing me there the entire time she went to eat decided to go seek me out to make sure I remembered to eat. I wonder then what her thoughts on me napping on the grass must have been. Or if she had already known and just came for me when she had already finished eating.

As much as I would really still prefer having someone to assist me in getting all the experiments set up I can't change the fact that right now her scent is provoking thoughts that are far less than clean and that her being physically separated from me, at least when I'm running the experiments are more beneficial to me than any help she can offer being in such close proximity. Even now I have to half squash the impulse to just seek her out and indulge myself with her body once I have the next experiment up and running. She has made no motion of trying to engage with me in that manner all day today and had not made any interest known before the serum.

And I know full well just how wrong it is to presume a coworker wants to have sex with you just because they smell good and cause certain stirrings within me. I make myself a promise and swear an oath that I will not be the one to initiate the act. Despite my body hungering for it I will hold myself to letting her be the one to make the first move. That said to help alleviate the impulses once I've finished eating I go and rub one out really quick in the bathroom before going about my experiment. Unfortunately given the fact we aren't really able to keep concrete and lasting notes in this place I'm pretty much back to starting from scratch on the process and thus the experiment is a big failure. Not that I was really aware of what all settings were being used at the time anyway. But my first run of the experiment was basically the liquid bleach approach. Yes it did completely stop the serum, but it killed off every cell in the sample as well. Grumbling I go about setting up the experiment again, wondering just all what was done the first time I came here to even give me a slight step forward.

But I decide in the end to just not bother. Too much chance of temptation and instead go about setting up my experiments, deciding again to just do a wide assortment of tests already rather than a single one and then check later. Not knowing what all would and would not work I figure this is probably the safest course of action, even if it isn't the most efficient. Once done I leave the lab and decide to go make use of the treadmill myself this time. It's only fair that I get to work out my own needs.

And it does end up turning into a distraction for another reason, one that isn't entirely unpleasant but not all that productive. Mainly in that I had forgotten the fact that scents can somewhat linger for a time on things. And the treadmill currently happens to have that alluring scent. I spend much of my run with my eyes closed, half imagining me chasing after Bob through various environments. It most certainly an interesting scenario to go through and does really good to help pass the time of running. But what it means is that because I was fantasizing about chasing down Bob the entire time I wasn't spending any time figuring out how to handle Bob at the moment as well as find the cure to my own condition.

I'm guessing the smell is probably in part a response to me changing. She probably has always smelled like that. Maybe not as strongly but that was her smell the entire time. The scent doesn't seem at all unfamiliar, after all. But I'm guessing that as my body is slowly changing, so too is my body's response to various stimuli. And responses to pheromones is all entirely chemical in nature. The scent sends signals to trigger portions of the brain and nothing at all special about that. Though that does bring up another question. Just how thorough are these changes going to be? Will it be satisfied if it only changes my body? Already I know some responses are going to be different simply due to how my body reacts to certain stimuli, like Bob's scent. I know for a fact that I would not have reacted as I did yesterday back in my human body. On top of that I know it must be changing my brain at least a little bit.

I remember those little homunculi images from school, of how the body would look based on the amount of space being reserved for the neurons in that part of the body. And I know that the tail is not included in that homunculus. But now that I have a tail not only does it have feeling but I can move it, which means space that was being reserved for some other part of my body is not being used so that I can feel and move my tail. On top of that I didn't need to learn how to walk or use my tail. Now using the tail is probably not as big a thing as it's probably akin to moving an arm. And quite possibly the walking thing has the benefit of having been a gradual affair. That because it was such a slow change I slowly relearned how to walk as my feet slowly changed. Doesn't change the fact that how my mind interprets facts, that the way my body has moved for my entire life is no longer the way it moves without putting any thought into the matter.

Will my mind end up changing over time too? Will in ten years or possibly even as short as ten days I still remember who I was. Will it change my memories or personality? I suppose one good safe assessment would be to look at Bob as an example. Though her hormones were probably running a bit wild she still seemed to have most of her faculties still intact. And no idea how long ago it was that she fully succumbed to the serum. Ultimately I suppose that my run wasn't as effective as I would have wanted as my mind did keep returning to issues. And I suppose that in itself is something that probably wouldn't have been possible in the past. I have probably been on a treadmill or even gone running recreationally more times this past few days than I probably have done the entire rest of my life. Was always too busy to fit in exercise on top of everything else going on.

I suppose in some regards that is one major disadvantage to the lack of communication between us. As of yet I can only pick up Bob's speech in the manor of barks and gestures. How much more efficient it would be if we could talk to each other more rationally. Perhaps, as unfortunate as it may be, with time as my condition worsens I'll be able to start working on the cure alongside her and be able to talk in a much more meaningful manor. Perhaps even find out what her real name is or at least was. And as much as I hate myself for even remotely approaching this topic of conversation if I don't manage to find the cure, it might not be so bad to spend the rest of my life with her, provided we can work on the issues revolving around that intoxicating scent. In any event the test is going to keep going on for a long while and probably well into the night. Sighing, I get off and head to go shower off. If her scent is having such an effect on me even with all that perfume I can only imagine what my own scent must be doing to her, even if it probably wouldn't be all too potent yet since I'm still able to retain at least some of my humanity.