Crossing over the rooms barren floor he kneeled down and picked the bowl of water up from the floor, raising it to his lips to tank a long drink. The water was slightly stale after having remained out in the room all night. He had to admit that he was thirstier than he would have thought before raising the dog bowl to his lips, not that the water was exceptionally good. The cool fluid was a balm to his dry cracked lips, and it filled his stomach quite well despite small portions of it dripping around the corners of his mouth. The bowl had not been designed to be used in this way with it's wide open lip. In fact Richard was quite sure that they had served him the food on purpose in two dog bowls, just like he had blamed them of treating him before. It was not long before the full bowl was empty and he dropped it to the floor by his feet, not caring if it broke.
As soon as the bowl connected with the concrete floor a loud snap could be heard within the cell. Right down the middle, the bowl split in two, each half bouncing once or twice and then rolling right back towards his feet. The boots he wore would protect him from any collision with the water bowl halfs he thought, until as soon as they made contact, they burst like a water balloon and launched their tendrils towards his feet. The water rope like material wrapped around the boots, engulfing them with its silvery flowing material. Shrinking and absorbing the material of his boots and socks beneath. Converting the raw materials into more of itself as it continued to tighten and restrict around his bare feet. The feeling wasn't painful, more like a chilly flow of water caressing back and forth over his skin. Shocked at the development unfolding he fell backwards, his fall cushioned by the flexible material of the cell. His hand colliding with the food bowl and knocking all of its contents on the floor. The second bowl like the first snapped and broke in half.
"What in the hell is going on in this crazy place"?
The silver flowing material on his feet was shrinking more and more, rising up over his ankles and calfs as his feet became more like those of a canine. His foot shrunk further and further until only nubs remained, his toes retracting back until only what could be considered dogs paws remained. His ankles reforming into that of a digitigrade position, his calfs shrinking into this position as his thighs felt the cool fluid washing over them. The two halfs of the food bowl rolling back around to his hands even before he could reach down to try and stop the progress of that fluid on his thighs. The Silver like fluid was not replacing his musculature or flesh but simple re-shaping, and forming it into what would be the form of a dog. His fingers curling up within the tightening confines of the new captors wrapping over them, and above to his wrist.
"No... no... this can't be happening! This is not possible... this isn't right what the HELL"?
He tried with all his might to scrape off the material but it refused to budge, each effort seemingly pulling on his own muscles and flesh painfully. Over his hand it spread leaving behind forepaws which meet with the straight formed forearm which was rapidly shrinking. The fluid wrapped up his thighs and when it hit his hips, his joints popped and reformed forcing his legs to remain like a dogs, His tailbone stretching and elongating with the spare material from other parts of his body. His arms were undergoing the same transformation even as the fluid roiled up his waist and re-aligned his spine, forcing him to fall to his side, his hind and fore-legs now resting beside him. He could feel his ribs being reworked, adjusting and shifting even as his neck was made to adjust vertically upwards from the breast bone instead of parrallel.
"PLEASE NO... Stop this please.. this is not right!!! you can't just do this to someone"!
The fluid continued to expand until the top and bottom portions met in the middle of his body, the top half continuing up to just below his jawline and then slowly pressed further. It went into his ear canals, and over his lips and nose still permitting breathing. He could no longer speak, his hearing obstructed, his sight obstructed soon after as the fluid washed over his head and after a few moments of knowing exactly what was happening, but unable to feel a thing the fluid cleared away. He hacked fluid from his mouth as he could no longer spit, and it all slipped quickly away into a very small hole in the floor that would not be large enough for his paws to penetrate. The fluid had nauseatingly reformed his body into that of a dog, by adapting and shifting his organs and skeletal structure into the perfect, if not larger form of a dog. Dog food lay scattered all around him from when it had been knocked over and as he bent his neck to look back over himself he saw his naked skin reshaped and into a four legged form. He was surprised to find that his elongated maw was not a big obstruction to his vision but still without knowing how a sudden growl escaped as his new lips pulled back angrily over canine shaped teeth. Without control again, in his shock his ears pulled back and it instantly stopped.
~This is ridiculous... my reactions are going to be those of a dog now so instinctively my musculature will respond differently... what in the hell kind of research is the Femina Corp. really doing in the background?~
It took him a while to get to grips with using his new arms and legs to stand up, however as he moved around, and paced the cell (falling over a few times) he eventually began to develop a knack for how to move more and more fluidly on all fours. It was not to different from crawling, however with the new positions of the muscles the transitions between were much shorter and simultaneous on opposite front and rear legs. He could feel his stomach rumbling again, painfully this time however. Knowing that there was no other option, he finally padded over to the spilled dog food and stared at it trying to think how dogs he'd observed before had eaten their food.
"These women are truly monsters... hope they are enjoying the show.... this is ridiculous"!
He tentatively leaned his head down on his strongly muscled neck and stuck his tongue out towards a stray bundle of the food, his tongue instinctively scooping and lifting up a few pieces into his maw where they fell to the side and he quickly bit down into them crushing them with his rear teeth. It took a long time before he truly got the hang of eating this way, however after a while when he examined the floor he could see no more bits of the dog food laying on the concrete cell. He paced, and padded around the cell a bit longer until his ears perked at the sudden sound of the bars which sealed the door sliding back. The iron door swung out of the way and Sergeant Rodriguez walked back into the cell again, smirking as she took in Richard's hairless canine form.
"Well.... well.....well.... you are starting to look alot more like an animal that we treat you as than before. Does this meet you're standards of how we treat you... I mean.... if the paw fits am I right"?
Richard lowered his head and growled menacingly at her words, his lips pulled back in a deep snarl of anger. Though he could not say it out loud he thought of every vitriolic word he could think of to describe her treatment of him, which came out quite effectively.
"temper temper... honestly, you think we treat you like an animal, so be it", she looks seriously at him, "But you know that it could be so much worse if you don't behave right"?
She stands tall above him, as his ears tilt back ever so slightly. "It could be MUCH worse if you decided that perhaps this was the time you wanted to make a point, what with all those nice sharp teeth in your mouth now. Or... it could be fixed....maybe even made more...tolerable if you were to simply comply with us".
Richard pawed forward, knowing at least partially what she meant. He would never give up the location of his rebellion cell... he would never submit to these women that thought they had the right to take over the world. A small part of him however was afraid of exactly how much worse things could get though... worried about the possible outcomes which would make this pale in comparison. Having one's body completely reformed in a matter of a few minutes into a canine was something he would never have imagined before... what else could they do? Knowing that he had to do something one way or the other, he finally made up his mind.
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