A Date With a Scientist (Anthro Cat TF)
A Date with a Scientist (Anthro Cat TF)
by Crola_the_Snake
Mike sighed as he checked his phone. A few minutes ago, someone texted him that she will be a little bit late. There's five minutes before their date started, so Mike waited. A few minutes later, A figure entered the restaurant. It is a female with orange hair, wearing a white lab coat. She catched her breath before she told the usher what table she is. The female then sat with Mike.
"So you're Mary, huh?" Mike said.
"Yes, and you're Mike, right?"
"Right." The two grew silent.
"Anyways," Mary said after a few seconds of silence, "is there something you want?"
"I thought dudes are the ones who offer the lady."
"I'm not just any lady. So, is there anything you want to tell me?"
"I was forced by my parents into this, you know. They said that I need to get a girlfriend already."
"Huh. My parents might be strict, but at least they let me date someone."
"Cool. What are your interests?"
"I like to read. Particularly Biology."
Shoot, Mike thought, I don't read much.
"So what's yours?" Mary asked.
"I play video games, mostly."
"What type of video games?"
"Oh, you know. Battlefield 4, Bloodborne. Do you have any books you liked?"
"I just finished reading Sun Tzu's "The Art of War", although I think I can't be a strategist yet."
Crap, they're not getting any closer. The waiter approached them.
"Is there anything you want?" he asked.
"I would like some steak," Mike said.
"I would like some salad," Mary said.
Oh no, the matchmaking must have gone awry or something. He and Mary don't have any similarities at all. The two ate, their conversation revealing how apart the two are.
"Now that we're done with food," Mary said, wiping her mouth, "How about we head my house?" Why would she even invite over someone that in no way is like her?
They reached Mary's house, which looks normal if you remove the fact that there are stacks of books everywhere. By the kitchen, there is lab equipment.
"You see, Mike," Mary said, "I'm a biologist working on the manipulation of the DNA. We have reached a pioneer by being able to manipulate the human DNA. What I'm going to try right now is to insert an animal's DNA into a human subject. The problem is, that UN prevents us from doing human experimentation. You know, ethics. Therefore, we need to recruit test subjects in common situations, like, for example, a date. I know this is a bit too much to ask you, but..." Mary stopped for a second, "are you willing to be our test subject?"
"Sure," Mike replied.
"Are you crazy?" Mary asked, "You could die in the process."
"Hey, you're the one that asked for a test subject."
"Are you sure you can do this? How about your parents?"
"I don't care about my parents much. I control my life now."
"Okay, then. Be noted that you will be paid per session done."
"Okay. So where do we begin?" Mary approached the lab equipment and took out a test tube that contains a black liquid.
"In this test tube, there's a serum that contains the genetic material of a black cat. The DNA will be spread throughout your body with a non-fatal virus. As soon as the cat DNA completely assimilated with your human DNA, the virus is programmed to kill itself." Mary has already placed the serum in a syringe, "Are you ready for this?"
"No anesthesia?" Mike asked,
"No, the transformation will be painless, I assure you."
"Okay. Hit it, then."
"You might want to take off your clothes first." Mike did so, leaving him with only his boxers. Mary then approached Mike and injected the serum into him. Mike winced a little with the syringe, but as soon as the syringe's out of Mike, the transformation began.
Where Mike was injected, which is the right shoulder, a patch of fur is now growing. It first spreaded downwards covering his arm with black fur. His arm muscles then toned up, leaving his arm slightly muscular. Then he felt slightly uncomfortable as the nails fall off his hand for the claws to grow. His hands slightly lost dexterity as pawpads grew on them.
The changes then reached Mike's torso, slowly covering them with black fur. As his torso became covered with fur, his pectorals and abs contracted, leaving his chest similar to a gym regular. The changes reached his other arm, covering it with black fur and toning it up. He winced as the nails fall off and as he grew paw pads. The changes reached his lower abdomen. His organ shrank inside his pubis but it's still there. The remaining exposed part is then covered with black fur. A nub of flesh grew above Mike's bottom. He looked and saw it with the same black fur as the one all over his body. It slowly grew, beginning to swish back and forth. It grew half a meter before it stopped growing, becoming Mike's cat tail.
At the other side of the room, Mary is taking down notes on her clipboard. Since Mike is sitting, he gets to see his legs change without having to fall over.
His legs started to bend, his foot lengthening several centimeters. At the end of his feet, where he could stand up, pawpads grew, just as Mike's toenails fell off and was replaced by claws. Despite the changing anatomy, his leg muscles toned up to the same degree as his arms and chest.
The changes then reached Mike's face. He felt his face push out, his teeth retreating into his mouth and were replaced by canines. His tongue elongated as well to fit in his mouth. His blonde hair disappeared, replaced by the black fur all over his body. As
When transformation ended, he tried standing up, only to end up on the floor after a few seconds of wobbling. It took him a while, but he managed to stand up, clinging on the chair. He then looked at his new body.
His arms are now covered in black fur, slightly toned up. His chest
The serum has now changed Mike from a 180-centimeter human to a two-meter, slightly muscular cat-human hybrid.
"Wow," Mike could only say as he looked over his new body. "I look really cool. I mean, I'm more muscular now."
"I'd say that's a good thing," Mary said.
"But I can't go out like this. People might freak out."
"At least you're alive. Also, have you heard of fursuits?"
"Wait, do you mean... Oh, I see. So, wanna date next week?"
"Sure. Although, you have to meet up with me everyday for checkups. Speaking of checkups, why don't we have your first now? I got to make sure you're fine, other than being a two-meter cat-man."
"Man, I wonder what will be my parents' reaction to this? They might think I'm a furry or something."
"Cool. Now I'm interested at meeting your parents."
"Haha. Maybe a few months first."
"Okay, then. Let's head for the basement." Mary opened a door with stairs leading to the basement.
At first, a blood sample has been taken from Mike for Mary to check if there are genetic insertions that went wrong, since those might lead to cancer. Then, a mental checkup, to make sure that Mike's intelligence is in anyway not deteriorated. Then a physical fitness test, to see how much did the serum improved Mike's body. Mike went out better than a human being, excelling all tests, including agility and balance.
"Wow, this new body is something," Mike said, done with the test, "I did not even break a sweat."
"That's because cats, or any furred mammals at that, don't sweat," Mary said, inputting the data on her computer, "That makes it hotter than usual."
"Oh yeah, you're right. It did became hotter."
"You'll also notice that it's louder and the scent is too smelly. Cool that body might be, it has drawbacks."
"Oh, yeah, those actually happened. I might have to be careful, then."
"Now, that we're done," Mary pushed aside the equipment, "How about we do what people most do on a date?" Mike backed up a little, looking to see that they were heading for the recliner at the center of the room.
"Are you sure? I thought the transformation was caused by a virus?" Mike is already clinging on the recliner.
"I programmed it to self-destruct within 1 hour after finishing the changes. So, no trouble until we get there."
"Oh, haha. Guess it's time to for some yiff, huh?" The two are in position already.
"Are you a furry to begin with?"
"What? You got a problem with that?"
"None, so far. Besides, I'm soo turned on right now."
"Oh crap, this story is gonna end up as mature, huh?"
"What are you mumbling about? Anyways, let's do this." Nothing further to avoid being flagged.