Signs of Change
#1 of Re-genetics
Doctor Jonathan was one of those 'gifted' that, no matter what seemed to be gifted at everything. While most would enjoy having a mind like him he didn't. He was a firm believer that everything had a fault. If there was nothing wrong with his mind, then his fault must lie within the human race as a whole.
While this could have easily developed into a psychopathic madness that could have made Doctor Jonathan go down in a different page of history his strong sense of morals that he was raised on caused him to work towards a cure for this imperfection within everyone. Thus he studied biology and got his doctorate in genetics. Eventually he was able to create the first successful RNA virus.
His discovery paved way to the cure for various diseases, in a matter of days he was world famous with more than enough cash for him to retire five times over. However that imperfection still bugged him, he wanted to correct the flaws that all humanity had, its hatred - its wars. And the more praise he got the worse he felt. So it was his next branch of study was on animal genetics. It was behind the scenes that he started designing an RNA virus that could shift anyone into an animal, even a human.
It was shortly after he completed his concoction that he got a call, a call from a neuropsychologist working with animals. Somehow the neuropsychologist had known about his research and asked him to come and bring a sample with him, and that it would help further his cause to perfect the human race.
Intrigued the young scientist did so...
The facility reminded him of where he had developed his virus... Clean and sterile with men and women in white coats running back and forth with various information on the most recent break through or some information requested by a scientist. Even though his attire looked more appropriate to that of a summer on the beach and even though his face was even on the cover of a magazine lying sloppily on the lounge he wasn't stopped once on his way to the room where he was to meet the neuropsychologist.
Walking in he didn't see much, although as he got past the first few feet he noticed off in the corner of a room a scientist who appeared to be talking to a fox. The strange thing wasn't that the man in the white lab coat was talking; it was the fact that the fox actually nodded and seemed to have an understanding of what he was saying!
"Ah hello Dr. Jonathan," the psychologist turned and smiled at the doctor, waving at a nearby seat for him to sit down. "I'd like to introduce you to Alpha, although he prefers to call himself Alfonse."
Jonathan blinked, eyeing the fox with some strange mix of peculiar curiosity and affectionate fondness. Taking a seat he would look at the scientist then look at the fox, locking eyes and seeing the glint of intellect shine behind the vulpine orbs, "I take it you were researching sentience..."
"Ah, a wise answer and not far from the truth. Tell me, what do you know about the differences between a human brain and an animal one?"
"Well..." the geneticist leaned back, his eyes examining the fox that continued looking at him - noting the enlarged forehead and more dexterous forepaws, "One is the glial cells... Human brains contain a larger proportion of them."
"Correct, and?"
"That intelligence is measured in connectivity, not how many brain cells a being has."
The psychologist nodded, "Indeed, whenever we learn something our nerve cells move and grow dendrites, connecting with other nerves. And thus, with this in mind we created a process to both increase glial cells as well as some white nerve cells to increase brain size ever so slightly, then we exposed the developing brain to a special electro-magnetic current that promoted dendrite growth."
"I see..." the scientist looked to the fox again, now moving a hand forward to pet the fox. Strangely it seemed to like the action, moving its head forward to be scratched and licking the human's wrists.
"Of course...there was a... slight problem."
"It didn't grant sentience to the animal?"
"Oh it did, it did... That animal, or should I say person? Is nuzzling your wrist right now as you suspected."
"Then...?"
[Please don't be afraid...]
Jonathan jumped, his eyes opened wide in amazement at the thought that had suddenly entered his mind. Actually that wasn't right. It wasn't a thought; it was as if someone had spoken right into his ear although he didn't hear anything...
"You see Doctor Jonathan, Alfonse is indeed as intelligent as any human. However we overdosed him. His brain made to many connections, linked too many things together..."
"He's... psychic?"
"And quite intelligent... A genius by our standards...."
Jonathan blinked and looked at the fox again, his eyes dancing over the vulpine's form again to look for any more differences. It was around this time that he noticed the fox had never taken its eyes off of him. "Tell me... who wanted me to come here. You, or Alfonse?"
"I'm sorry Doctor Jonathan... But Alfonse has plans for you."
The geneticist tried to stand up and get away, but he found himself incapable of moving. In fact, as he thought about it he was completely frozen in place. Even trying to regulate his breathing proved futile. He could only look as best he could as the other scientist moved over, pulling out his virus. The next feeling he had was that of a hypodermic needle... And then the entire world floated away as he slipped into unconsciousness...
The geneticist woke up hours later groaning, feeling the blistering heat of his body. He felt funny, even his brain felt like a cotton dummy had replaced it, and he recognized that he was probably sick. Perhaps with the flu, or maybe he accidentally exposed himself to a virus in the lab. That last one would be bad... depending on which virus he was working with.
However, as he pondered what sort of illness he was now stricken with memories of what really happened started to fall into place. First the pinch of a needle, then the call, finally his confrontation with Alfonse...
"Well... this will be interesting," he said trying to lean forward and trying to take in his surroundings. Casting his pale blue eyes around the room he discovered he was in some sort of on-lab bedroom for a scientist. Lying in some sort of cheap bed the rest of the room appeared to be rather plain. It also appeared that he was alone...
Finished with taking in his surroundings, the human turned to ponder the itching feeling he had along his body. Looking down, he found out he was stripped of all clothing, and the hair that had previously lined his body had all but fallen out into a thin carpet on the bed. Blinking, he moved a hand to his head, his touch being enough to pull out a few of the loose strands still left.
"Hair's falling out already... Doesn't leave much time," he mumbled to himself. He attempted to sit up, but as he tried to get his muscles to work he felt how weak his body had gotten.
"ATP synthesis is beginning to shut down... That doesn't leave me much time," he said again, to fuzzy minded to think in his head. Before his head finally fell back down to the bed however, he noticed a blur of red fur.
"You there Alphonse?" he could barely get out into a whisper now as his course throat seemed to worsen, in fact right now he thought what he really needed was sleep. But the virus that was circulating through his system had a stimulant effect, preventing him from falling asleep.
[Yes, I am here doctor...]
"Tell me... Why me?"
_"Then why, transform me too?"
[Because you've always wanted to fix your own imperfection, now you are finally going to be able to.]
Jonathan didn't have time to reply, as immediately after that message he felt a shooting pain suddenly travel through his body causing him to arch his back and letting out a moan of agony. He was saved from further pain, however, as his brain started to restructure itself. To him after the first second he couldn't comprehend pain; all he could feel was sheer feeling itself.
His RNA virus attacked two things first, the nervous system and the hormone system - from there spreading outwards. This caused the first effect of his change to be his blood being contaminate by feral hormones, with the lust and urge to mate being the predominate one. This then caused his weakened and senseless mind to be filled with that one need and desire.
As his penis throbbed and expanded his foreskin would dissolve and peal away from the flesh, connecting with his belly and leaving his head exposed. He would let out a soft whimper as his head slowly deformed, starting to grow pointier into a distinct vulpine shape. Soft fuzz was now sprouting from his sac, replacing hair that had fallen out hours before.
As his cock shifted more he felt pressure growing from his ears and the base of his spine. What felt like an electrical zap going through his brain indicated that his temporal lobes and sensory cortex had fully reformatted, allowing him to understand all the new sounds his growing, pointy, and fuzz sprouting ears were picking up. Then, with a low pleasurable moan he felt the pressure at his spine go away, giving way to a pleasurable release as his tailbone began splitting and growing, again and again forming his tail.
Alfonse looked curiously at the changing human, drooling on the bed while squeaking out moans, still appearing mostly human but with tall pointy ears that continued to grow and melt into his head, his furless but almost fully developed tail giving its first wags. The sentient fox looked at the budding feral cock, watching as the now developed sheath grew to cover the half transformed shaft. The fox moved forward, walking over to the growing fox and placed his nose against the fully furred white orbs, smelling the scent of fox musk. Darting his tongue forward and between the sac, moving his tongue up and over the former human's sheath and dipping his tongue within the gap to coax the spear out. A loud gasp and moan from the transforming scientist and a slight buck accompanied his now fully feral cock emerging to taste the air and Alfonse's tongue for the first time.
Fur would sprout outwards from the now developed ears, his neck, and his fuzzy orbs. Pressure built up in his teeth and gums, the virus spreading from his brain and thyroids. He had to tilt his head to the side and even though the fox continued to lap and curl its tongue around his hardening feral member his moans quieted when he tasted blood. As his face and jaw pushed forward forming into his muzzle his teeth feel out, one by one in a small pile of blood. But soon after his final tooth fell the blood clotted, leaving the sharp coppery taste in his muzzle even as his new teeth grew in.
The fur from his ears grew and met with the fur from his throat, moving to cover his new muzzle. Fur sprouted down to his chest, barely reaching his nipples. The fur from his orbs had covered his crotch, even reaching around his legs to fluff out his rump and the form the pride of his coming fox-food, the bushy tail.
His feral cock was still its human length, throbbing with need as the foxes tongue traveled up and down the meaty length. Eventually moving its muzzle to take in the scientist's feral tip, sliding his muscle up and down the spear of warm salty meat.
Jonathan panted and moaned from the attention he was receiving. He was a bit surprised that in mid moan his voice suddenly cracked and his eyes burned, the virus reshaping his vocal cords and retina. When the virus was finished with those parts it moved on, leaving him to make the fox-like sounds of pleasure that comes with mating.
His hips snapped and shifted as did his shoulders, his bipedal stance shifting as muscles strained and stretched to accommodate the new form. Around this time the virus and changing cells had run out of fat and spare muscle mass to fuel the changes, now his body started to feast on itself. Cells throughout his body were taken and dissolved; in their wake the cells would restructure themselves. The effect was that as his hips ad shoulders migrated and shifted into their new form he started to shrink.
Now the changes were racing through his system, his internal organs had finished their shifts and shrinking as his legs continued to change. His nails fell out and his foot grew, his heals and toes changed to support their digitigrade nature. Hard claws poked their way out from fuzzy pads.
It would be just as his final changes finished, and the restructuring of his mind that he would experience his first feral orgasm. His mind snapping to full blown consciousness just in time to feel the rush of adrenaline and pleasure as his cum spouted out into the other feral's muzzle. Alfonse would first taste the diluted and weak cum of a human, however every squirt brought a thicker and more powerful scent until finally full fox seed was pushed into Alfonse's muzzle.
Pulling off, letting a few strands of cum-saliva connecting the two together for a few seconds. The sentient fox looked up and then stared into the animalistic eyes of the scientist.
[Don't worry Jonathan; I'm preserving your mind in my memory until you undergo the same treatment I did...]
The fox couldn't understand these strange notions that filled his head, however he was able to understand the underlying mood of lust that came with the message. Looking down from the muzzle lined with his seed he noticed the plump fox cock hanging from his fellow feral's legs, now dripping pre into a small puddle underneath him.
The past human, now fox, rolled over. Standing up on his paws he raised his tail, showing his entrance to the sentient. His eyes closed and he let out a slow, long, yffff as he felt himself being entered for the first time..._