The Doctor's Shots
#1 of Caging a Bird
"Have you thought about medical testing?" The phlebotomist asks Chase, examining the young man's arm. Chase had hoped that he could control his shaking, but he didn't have enough calories in his body to force it to be strong. He had already sold his blood a week before, and the mark was still there in his muscular arm. Chase found it darkly amusing; he had this wonderfully muscular body, but barely had the strength to sit upright. He needed to eat, and for that he needed money. Not even stripping paid enough for that, but every now and then he got lucky, and someone took him out for a meal in hopes of getting lucky. It didn't happen enough, though; most people would just leer and catcall at him while they slipped him a dollar.
Chase remains silent, and lets the man with the much older man educate him. "There are some risk involved, of coarse, but they pay well, and cover some expenses for you while you participate. Here; have some information...."
Chase wasn't really sure of this idea, even as he rang the doorbell. A man in a labcoat opens the door and smiles at him. "H-hi. I'm here f-for your experiment...." Chase tells him, stuttering from his weakness.
"Well, come on in. Let me get something sent up." The doctor offers, holding the door open for Chase and then leading him into the office. It reminded Chase of the principal's office a year ago when he was still in high school, but the desk was much clearer and the chairs softer. He tries to slide gracefully into one of the chairs, but sort of collapses into it while the doctor presses a red button on his office phone. "Jack, could you send up lunch for two?" He asks, then releases the button before the secretary has a chance to respond.
"My name is Dr. Bind. I've been working out a theory which could revolutionize the treatments for a number of diseases, and my funding is coming from the possible uses the army might have for it. If you participate, we will expect you to remain under constant surveillance, but we will care for all your needs. All we're asking for is a month minimum, but if you can give us more we are more than prepared to compensate you."
Chase nods, his body almost too weak to keep his head up anyway. He remains silent, trying to pay attention to the doctor. Finally, a tray of sandwiches arrives, carried by a small man who was probably a few years older than Chase despite his 5'5 stature. The newcomer was dressed in clean blue scrubs which did nothing to hide how skinny he was. "I'd like to meet Jack; he's going to be participating int he experiment along with you. Jack, this is...." Dr. Bind pauses, realizing Chase never introduced himself.
"Chase." He finally does, reaching for a sandwich off the tray and scarfing it down. Jack and the doctor both watch with interest, then each grab one of their own and more politely begin to eat. While they eat, Jack and the doctor remark back and forth over Chase's features; his impressive height, his rather muscular body. Chase was used to being thought of as a sex object, but hearing it from these two put him off. "I'm here to take in your experiment and get paid, not here for you to talk about me like that." He finally and angrily chides them, then goes back to eating in silence.
The two stop talking, but flash each other knowing eyes. When they all finish eating, Jack takes Chase in to an examination room and hands him a hospital gown. Grumbling, Chase takes it and looks at Jack, but Jack just leans against the wall and waits for him to put it on with a hungry smile on his face. Sighing angrily, Chase quickly strips off his clothes and starts to pull on the gown. It didn't really fit him, being much too small and much too short. Really angry now, he pulls his threadbare underwear back on, and discovering another hole in them. He may as well not have worn them at all for how little they covered, but it made him feel less naked.
"Sorry the gown doesn't fit. It's the last one." Jack tells him, then begins to take his vitals, height, and weight. By the end, especially given the nature of the gown, Chase would have been ready to walk out if he didn't desperately need the money. Gritting his teeth and baring it, Chase les Jack do what he needs to, but on more than one occasion swats the assistant's hands away from places they shouldn't be lingering.
Dr. Bind comes in eventually, and while Jack leaves. "All right; ready for a little shot?" He asks, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. Chase nods, glad he had gotten something to eat. He really, REALLY wasn't sure about this, or comfortable with it, but the doctor doesn't give him much chance to change his mind before jabbing him in the arm with a needle and letting a numbing liquid coarse through Chase's blood. It made him feel hot and tired and relaxed, so much so he didn't really think about how he had just been drugged. The doctor puts a straw of some liquid to Chase's lips, and he obediently begins to slirp down the sickly-sweet contents.
Chase was waking up on a hospital bed before he realized he was unconscious. He felt good, better than he had in a long while, and refreshed Apparently, whatever the doctor gave him had in fact worked. Sitting up, he stretches out his arms and wings....
Wings?
He blinks, and turns around as best he can. He now sported a downy pair of white wings. That wasn't the only change he noticed off the bat. The gown, which had been all but skin tight before, now hung quite loosely around Chase's body. His bulging musculature had trimmed down significantly.
"What the hall!?" He shouts, jumping out of bed. He felt light, way too light, and the bed seemed to be higher and longer than....
I'm a foot shorter! He notices to himself, while screaming obscenities. Jack must have been waiting, because he pushes the door open and moves right up to Chase. Where Chase used to tower over Jack, they now stood eye level. "It's all right, don't worry." Jack urges the shocked and shrunken man. His arms wrap around Chase and hold him close, despite Chase's attempts to struggle and free himself. Something hard in Jack's pants was poking Chase in the groin, which only made him struggle harder. It felt strange, after a few seconds, and when Jack finally releases Chase, his hand discovers why.
His dick wasn't there. Tears start pouring down the sides of Chase's face while his hand slides under his clothes and gropes around. No dick. No sign he had ever had one. Even his pubic hars was gone.
"Dove's a success, then." Jack says to himself, removing his clothes leisurely.
Chase turns and starts to turn red with anger. "You- you!" He shouts, leaping into the air and throwing himself at Jack. Jack reaches a hand up and catches Chase by the throat and effortlessly absorbs the impact; his small body was a lot stronger than it looked. Pulling Chase closer, Jack lovingly kisses him, a surprisingly large tongue filling Chase's mouth. Chase fights, raining down ineffective blow after ineffective blow but not strong enough to even fight Jack's one hand while Jack works his own pants off. Then, pressing his lean, naked body against Chase, Jack begins to grow.
"Don't worry about your dick. There's enough of mine for the both of us." Jack promises, sounding more sympathetic than predatory. "I wanted you from the first time I saw you. I can't tell you how glad I am you ended up here." His features were becoming more feline, his hair thick and blond. A long tail with a blond tuft sprouts, and wraps around Chase's back.
"Let me go!" Chase shouts while a huge musculature starts spreading over Jack. Tawny fur lightly covers body and sends a shiver down Chase. The avian hybrid continue to struggle, his demands slowly becoming pleas. Jack waits unill he runs out of energy fighting before lifting Chase effortlessly and setting him down on the bed and straddles him. The bed gives a loud creak, but Jack ignores it and forces his now-rough tongue in to Chase's mouth. It was big enough to gag Chase, and scratch up his throat, which Jack does intentionally before easing up.
Two massive hands unceremoniously rip off Chase's gown and underwear. The dove tries to cry out, but Jack's tongue prevented that. He tries to struggle, to resist; anything, but Jack was much bigger, much stronger, and much more interested in Chase staying right there. His interest forces its way between Chase's legs and makes fear thud in Chase's ears.
"You're MINE!" Jack harshly whispers in a reprieve of the kiss.
"Please no....please don't....NO!" Chase pleads as Jack pulls him up and forces his legs apart with his hands. Jack moves them both closer to the wall, the barbed head of his dick pressed against Chase's new cloaca. And then, dry, it was starting to force its way in. Chase screamed and wrapped himself around Jack automatically, his body tense around Jack's enormous frame just like his virginal hole was around Jack's dangerously large genitalia. The lion coos lovingly in his ear, happy to have the bird stop his struggling, even if he was softly weeping. Jack didn't ease up, though. He didn't want to injure Chase, but he had a claim to lay down. Steadily, Jack forces his cock in as far as it'll go. Chase was whimpering inch after engorged inch. He felt exposed, more exposed and vulnerable than he ever had before. All that he was was being pierced and violated by Jack's forced entry.
Testing out with his tongue, Jack finds that Chase accepts it easily and throws himself in to the kiss, desperate for some way to express his agony. That agony only grows when Jack gets down on his knees and forces Chase down on his back. Sensing what was coming, Chase tenses. "Nonono Jack no!" He pleads, but Jack presses a finger to his lips.
"You're mine, and now I'm going to teach you not to fight me. And later, I'll show you what happens when you don't." He promises, and begins backing up his hips. Chase's light body was pulled with him at first, but then with a loud sucking sound inches of Jack's textured dick pull out of Chase. It hurt more than when they had gone in the first time, but when Jack shoves them back in the pain was intense enough to make Chase see stars. If he still had balls, abusing his cloaca hurt as bad as kicking them would, and that was just the outside. His insides had so much sensation he could feel every hook on Jack's dick. He was in too much pain to even scream, instead trying to close his legs after Jack pulls more out, in hopes that it wouldn't be able to be pushed back in. The location of his cloaca, however, meant that no matter how closed his legs were, Jack could go to town. Oh, and did he ever.
Between being impaled and Jack's hips, Chase couldn't affect the rough pistoning Jack did. One hand around his back, and Chase was anchored right up against Jack's rippling abs. The force of Jack's invasions drove them across the floor and up the wall as he hungrily sucks and bites Chase's shoulder and neck. The rough, dry surface of Jack's ram ripped up the smooth, moist muscle wrapped tight as a too-small condom around it, it's length poking up high enough that Chase could feel it moving his organs enough that he felt it up in his lungs. After the first few thrusts, Chase regained the use of his throat, and screams until he loses his voice.
Sweat was pouring down his body, joined by tears on his face and neck, and the salt of it makes his stretched, bleeding cloaca sting in addition to hurt. It lubricates Jack, but inside the salt hurt even worst. He bites down on Jack's thick shoulder, determined to spread his agony, but it has the opposite affect. Jack pulls himself out almost all the way and then hilts himself in. Before the first time's even over, Chase's mouth falls open and a hoarse scream makes its best effort to be loud.
Each one of them hurt more than the one before. Chase loses all his strength to resist or even hold on by the third or forth, and just lays limp in Jack's arms while the lion continues to punish him. He couldn't even think enough to wish he would pass out. He was on the edge of passing out when Jack roared and picked up his pace even more. The barbed head deep inside Chase swells, and feels surprisingly good doing so even if it strained Chase's velvety insides. The new pace, however, involved a lot of slamming Chase against the wall. He loses consciousness at least once, but is shunted to full wakefulness by a tongue in his mouth and a full roar echoing through his body.
The whole of the dick inside of him, particularly the head, spasm and pulsate within Chase. Even through his pain it felt good. Real good. And, sick as it made him, he found himself wanting Jack. That though made him want to vomit. A river of liquid fire, though, splashes out in Chase's insides, making him pause in his thoughts of disgust. To his own surprise, he finds himself moaning softly along Jack's roars. The invading organ hurt just being there, but every pulse it gave Chase a wild lust Which Jack picked up on, and started Chase's worn out body soft little thrusts, teasing him closer and closer... and then he pulls out. Chase moans and struggles to keep Jack in, his worn body so close, so very close by so very little.
"No. You're mine now, and that's part of why you shouldn't resist me. You don't get to refuse the process and reap the benefits. Next time; next time you'll know, and next time I'll be more gentle." Jack informs him, giving him another loving kiss and setting him on the bed. Chase moans and whimpers. The kiss, as well as the hands on him, were keeping him edged, but Jack just tucks him in.
"Please...I need it....Jack come on please...." Chase begs, burying his hands in Jack's mane. His new body wanted-no, needed-to get off now. It needed Jack in ways Chase was sick by. He never wanted to see Jack again, never wanted the lion to so much as look at him again after what he had just done. But his ass-rather, his cloaca, wanted him back inside to finish what he had started. Ignoring Chase's pleas, Jack straps him down in the bed to prevent him from trying to get himself off by hand, then to Chase's amazement turns back human and puts his scrubs back on.
"Good night, Chase. Remember; I love you, but you're mine. If I want to do something with you, and you refuse, I will punish you. Sleep well." He then exits the door and leaves Chase with his need to get off, his insides in agony, and the sloshing of cum inside of him which fed his need to get off and soothed his cloaca. He didn't think he'd be able to sleep, but eventually he passes out.
"I really want him, Andy." Jack tells Dr. Bind, more like an equal than the underling he was supposed to be. They were both in their alternate forms; Jack's lion, and the doctor's bull.
"I know; that's why you used dove. Any idea if that's working out?"
"I think it is. When I started getting off, so did he, and now he's all hot and bothered because I wouldn't finish him off." Jack replies, licking some of Chase's sweat off his wrist and savoring Chase's flavor. He really wanted to be back in the observation room with his new pet.
"Gonna teach him how to change back, so you can go with him in public?"
"Just as soon as I'm confident that he's in love with me. Much as it's going to drive both of us crazy, I've got to let him heal before I seal the deal. He's a little more delicate than I thought; he passed out right after I got to the point of no return." Jack lets out an thoughtful sigh. "I fell for his human form, but he's dove one isn't bad at all. He might already have switched teams by now."
Andy nods, and pats Jack's shoulder. "Well, fine; enjoy him. Just try not to break him."