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A thick, stifling darkness hung in the air as heavy breaths of sudden consciousness filled the room. A voice gasped in the void, as if being wrested awake from a terrifying dream, only to wake to an even darker reality.

“Wh-Where am I?!” Hunter shouted to the nothingness. “I-I can barely move! What the fuck is happening?!”

Suddenly, bright light flashed from above, illuminating the room and revealing to Hunter the awful truth of his condition and whereabouts. The young human male was in a tall, padded cell, wearing a straitjacket that kept his arms restrained. Panic overtook him as he wrestled with the jacket, desperately trying to break free while rushing up to the padded walls and banging his body against them.

“HEY! LET ME OUT!” No response. Though, looking up, he could see security cameras and intercom speakers near the high ceiling of his new cell, far above his reach. He turned and faced one of the cameras head-on. “I-I don't know why you think I should be here, but I'm not crazy! Please, listen to me! I don't belong here!”

“Yes you do, Prey.”

Hunter jolted at the sudden voice echoing from the speakers. It was deep and masculine, with a seductive tone that seemed out of place for Hunter's surroundings.

“And no, it's not because you're insane. See, you're sick, Mister Prey.”

“N-No, I'm not!”

“Yes you are. But what's afflicting you isn't a sickness of the body or mind, but one of species.”

“Wh-Wha—?”

Before Hunter could finish, a panel of padded wall high above slide open, revealing a pane of glass and a man behind it, overlooking the cell. But this man was far from human, and Hunter's eyes widened as he saw his furry visage for the first time.

Standing high above him was a bipedal male puma wearing a labcoat and glasses, staring down his test subject with a cocksure sneer. Beside him were other bipedal animals, these ones female: a doe, a siamese cat, and a skunk, all wearing lab assistant uniforms, holding clipboards in their paws as they too stared down their human prisoner hungrily.

All Hunter could do was freeze in shock at their impossible forms. “What is this?! What are you??”

The puma man let out an ominous chuckle, rubbing one of his padded fingers over the glass as if to caress the human from afar. “My name is Doctor Change, head of the species-dysphoria division of the Department of Genetic Research. And you, my darling subject, are about to become my flagship explerimen—”

He choked up at the flub, trying to stifle a cough. His lab assistants all stared at him with unblinking eyes while Hunter tilted his head.

The puma growled with frustration. “You, my darling surb— Grrr, line!”

“There are no lines, Doctor. Remember?”

“Fuck! Right, sorry, I'm just... Uuugghh, fuck me, I'm coming up blank.”

“That's alright. Let's cut it right here.”

“THAT'S A CUT! Everyone take five!”

The house lights went back to normal, revealing the elaborate set for what it was. Pete turned off his camera's recording mode to take a stretch while the rest of the crew scrambled to set the scene back up.

Rudd stood up from his director's chair to take in the space. This was the most expensive production the studio had embarked on yet, with all four of the studio's A-listers working with a very special guest star — Kit Bellfry the puma — and a host of expensive additions to his usual workflow.

The set stood tall at two-stories, not even so much as faking the second-floor lab/observation room, the padded cell below, and the stairway connecting the two. And because there was more space and more stars to keep track of, Rudd and Pete agreed to go with a multi-camera method of shooting, hiring two new camerapeople to capture extra angles and coverage, lightening the burden on their transformation footage needing to be one long take.

These camera operators were Debra Willingham, a zebra woman and the younger sister of Pete's mate Logan, and Oma Larson, a non-binary monkey whose flexibility and dexterity made getting more hard-to-capture angles a breeze. They returned to their initial marks, walking past Kit as he lightly banged his head against the set window in frustration. Doe walked up to comfort her fellow costar.

“It's alright, Kit, you'll get the hang of it. Just need to get in the zone.”

Kit growled and slumped his back against the glass. “Gods, how do you guys do this every shoot? I didn't know improvising lines would be this hard.”

“Well, it's not supposed to be hard. When I get really into character, it all feels effortless, like I'm not even acting at all. You just need to stop putting in all this extra work.”

The puma sighed, dark brown fur bristling. “I could when I'm intimate with my costar. Talking to Hunter from that high-up window is really messing with my rhythm. That and... I'm still kinda nervous acting beside them.”

“Seriously? C'mon, Hunter's a harmless widdle human. At least now, that is.”

“That's a huge fucking deal! Ugh, I may have gotten too excited to sign onto this, 'cause now that I'm here, seeing Hunter in person... it's a lot. Not just seeing this weird new species in person for the first time but knowing I'll be bearing the responsibility of changing them. Feels like I'm too smalltime for something of this magnitude.”

“Hey, you're the hottest big cat in the biz, Kit,” Doe reassured, placing her hoofed hand on the cheek of his muzzle. “Guys and gals and everyone in between all flock to you. And believe me, Hunter's gonna be eating right outta your paw too once you're done with 'em.”

“You mean that?”

“Go and talk to them. And Rudd. That's what a director does: he directs. And you really gotta stop putting Hunter on a pedestal. They're a normal creature just like you and me, nothing too exotic or alien. Just think, in a few hours, you'll be chatting with just another mammal or reptile or whatever they turn into this time.”

Kit exhaled and nodded. “You're right. How are you always such a gods-damned professional all the time?” Doe merely smiled and winked back at the feline, walking off to give Kit room to approach the director's chair.

It was there that Hunter, still in the straitjacket costume, was chatting it up with Rudd, the two smiling and laughing like old friends. “I'm serious,” the rottweiler laughed. “The entire staff is in on it. Twenty bucks is the minimum bet and they've apparently been doing it in secret since the BDSM shoot.”

“So what did you bet on the Species Pool?” Hunter asked. Rudd made a slight canine whine, almost ashamed to admit he stooped so low as gambling with his staff.

“I put 50 on you becoming a rottweiler today.”

“Ohh, Rudd, you sweet summer child.”

“What? Crazier shit has happened! Besides, I think you'd make a cute rotty bitch.”

“Ahh, a bitch specifically. Are you just that eager to breed me full of pups, Wyler?”

“Hehe, and what if I am?” The human and dog cackled together, both at ease joking about such a prospect, even as it lampshaded their own desire for one another.

Since the mating season trip, Hunter and Rudd's flirting had only increased with each subsequent project, the two not only getting friendlier and jokier, but also more amorous. Hunter got themself an anthro world phone to better keep in contact with his friends while in the rift, and their texts with the canine had gotten cutesy and intimate like only lovers could be with one another.

The human part of Hunter's mind was well aware that this relationship was fraught with tension. Rudd was not just a coworker but sort of a boss to the actor, and such a power dynamic wouldn't fly... in the human world, that is. Flirting and casual sex with buds was simply more common in anthro culture, and not beholden to the same standards. No one had batted an eye at the two's budding relationship since it was all clearly consensual. And considering the horny instincts that ran wild in porn shoots like this, it was actually expected for coworkers to hook up and extinguish their lusts during breaks so they can better work on a professional level.

Of course, that didn't stop some of Hunter's reservations. They still grew up on human standards, and felt it necessary to maintain important boundaries with the canine: no staying over at one another's apartments (mating season doesn't count), no rutting on set, and most importantly, no family talk. Many of these were made all the easier by the dimensional divide between the two, with Rudd unable to visit Hunter in their domain and vice versa, and the two unable to text one another while separated by the rift. Within those boundaries, they had a good thing going. Whether it escalated from there, however, would be up to them.

“'Scuse me?” Hunter and Rudd turned to find Kit approaching the two, paw scratching the back of his head. “Sorry for pushing you guys back. I know I'm still new to this whole workflow you got going.”

“No worries, Bellfry,” Rudd said enthusiastically. It was always important to Rudd to remain friendly with new talent. He never wanted his sets to be rough places to work. “I'm real glad you came up to me. I don't wanna be one of those aloof directors who expects you to just do the lines mechanically.”

Kit sighed with relief. “Good, 'cause I'm kinda lost.” The puma turned to Hunter, still not used to the human's presence. “Don't get me wrong, this is a cool scenario, but I'm having a hard time getting into the wavelength of the scene. I'm more used to having a lot of physical intimacy with my costars, and with Hunter I feel I'm at a remove. And I get that's part of the character I'm playing, being this sadistic scientist but—”

“Who said Doctor Change has to be at a remove from the content of the scene?” Rudd interrupted. Kit tilted his head.

“How do you mean? I'm standing over ten feet above them.”

“I mean, that's what's hot about it to me, at least. You're the head honcho of this research outfit. You get your kicks out of exerting control with just a word. You tell a bitch to cum, she cums on the spot. Order your assistant to raise her tail, she has no choice but to obey.”

“Yeah, and I've played those kinds of parts before, except my costars are usually in the same room as me. I've never done it from behind a pane of glass one floor above them before.”

Rudd nodded, realizing his actor was having a legitimate problem. He turned to Hunter, “What do you think, Prey? Are you having trouble connecting with Doctor Change?”

Hunter smiled, already knowing where the rottweiler was headed with his line of questioning. “Oh, not at all. In fact, I quite like being ordered around in this straitjacket.”

Kit smiled charmingly, “Really?”

The human nodded, now more than well-versed in helping ease uncomfortable anthros to their human presence. “Oh yeah. Here, gimme an order, and I'll follow it. Y'know, as long as it doesn't involve using my hands.”

Kit chuckled, feeling the ice melt somewhat before thinking of what he'd want a bound and willing human subject to do under his control. It was then that his feline cock began to stir, getting into the intent of the scene without even realizing it. “Chuff for me,” the feline ordered. Hunter giggled back.

“Hehe, I can't quite chuff with my human throat.” They stepped toward the puma and leaned up right in front of him, the human's button nose nearly touching the puma's flat one. “I can meow for you, though. How 'bout that?”

Kit found himself blushing madly beneath his pelt. The puma had to admit, seeing those paparazzi photos of Hunter flaunting their prior snow leopard form really turned him on and contributed to him wanting to work with the human. The prospect of them meowing, even in this furless form, was too enticing to ignore. “Meow, slut,” he commanded, bringing Hunter to smile back.

Hunter may be human now, but he still remembered every detail of his time as a leopardess, including how to meow and purr with the best of them. “Mrrrrroooooowwwrr,” the human mewled with the breathy sensuality of Marilyn Monroe, even going so far as to buckle their knees to make it look like they were getting wet with each caterwaul. Kit swayed his tail at Hunter's commitment as they continued to mewl suggestively for him. Though it sounded a little off with those human vocal chords, something about the combination of effort and that straitjacket binding his costar really reminded the feline why he was so drawn to Hunter in the first place.

“Murrrr, I see my little kitty's getting excited,” Hunter purred. Kit looked down in confusion and saw that he had a rather pronounced bulge in the slacks of his labcoat costume. His blush reddened further to almost be visible through his fur.

Rudd smirked from the sidelines. “See that, Bellfry? That tantalizing power to shape this human blob of clay into something furrier and sluttier? Use that. Science has made you a god. Your name isn't Doctor Experiment or Doctor Suggestion. It's Doctor Change. You will change this eager slut to your heart's desire, because it's your will.” The rottweiler's tail wagged at his own direction, not even realizing how much of it was subconsciously how he felt about himself directing his human star. Hunter didn't miss that for a second, smirking to themself in the corner.

“And don't worry,” the canine continued, “You'll be able to touch them as much as you want in the climax. Just don't forget to keep that professional veneer for the first two thirds, even if it gets you all pent up. Let that anticipation boil inside you 'til you're ready to burst.”

Kit let out a combination of purr and chuckle. “Alright. Not what I'm used to, but I think I see the appeal now.” The puma turned back to his human costar, “And just you wait, Hunter. I'm gonna make sure you change into something good.”

“Mrrr, I bet you will,” Hunter teased with a femboi lilt to their voice. They walked past the puma with a shake of their straitjacketed ass, bringing Kit to lick his lips while ogling his costar. Rudd grasped his shoulder to turn him away from the human and talk some more with the feline about the role.

Meanwhile, Hunter joined Julie and Kiera at craft services, the cat and skunk joking and flirting while munching on some tuna sandwiches. “Oh, Hunter!” Kiera sat up with excitement. “We just got a call from Doctor Sinyan. Seems he had to reschedule Julie's first ultrasound to tonight.”

“No fucking way! Tonight??”

“Right after the shoot,” Kiera bounced while nuzzling her feline wife excitedly. “Ooooh, I can't wait! I'm both terrified and excited that it'll be a litter.”

Julie purred and nuzzled the skunk back. “Whatever it turns out to be, we'll welcome our cubs with open arms, won't we, Kiera?”

“Hehe, absolutely,” Kiera giggled before turning back to Hunter, “You're coming with us, yeah?”

“Of course!” Hunter said ecstatically. “And it'll be nice to get to go to that doctor's office as an anthro for once. I almost felt like we'd be stampeded last time.”

“Oh, like you wouldn't turn down the chance to be stepped on by a crowd of your adoring fans?” Julie half joked, bringing Hunter and Kiera to chuckle together.

“Heh, as long as they're barepawed, sure~” the human cooed.

Kiera patted her fellow cubfather's back. “You've already proven you'd do anything for our kits... Speaking of kits—”

“Nice segue, hun,” Julie quipped before pecking her mate in the cheek.

“Aww thank you,” Kiera licked the feline's cheek briefly before turning back to Hunter, “What were you and Kit talking about back there? I hope he doesn't still have the jitters.”

Hunter gave a comforting smile back. “Nah, he's all good. Just had to tackle his character from the right angle. Also, he maaayy have asked me to meow for him.”

“Oooohh, I thought I heard an awkward human facsimile of a meow back there,” Julie teased.

“Hey, I have my feline bonafides,” Hunter poked back. “Never forget that when you breastfeed the kittens I gave you~”

“Heheheh, you got me there.” The three laughed as Julie rubbed her pregnant tummy, swimming with whatever offspring was growing inside of her. “Gotta say, though, Kit Bellfry somehow looks bigger in person than on screen. What do you think, Hunter? Looking forward to taking in his cock today?”

“Oh, absolutely. It's funny, each time I've talked to him he's been such a cute little softie, but I know when the cameras start rolling he'll be hard as a diamond.”

“Tell me about it. Don't get me wrong, I like our little girl group here, but it's nice having a guy porn star in the studio for once. I think the last time we had one was like two months before you first arrived here, Hunter.”

“Right!” Kiera interjected before reminiscing. “Major Herd, the draft horse. Maybe the biggest dick I've ever seen. Gods, I don't know how you took it, hun.”

“What can I say? I'm a professional.” The siamese cat giggled proudly as Doe finally clopped up to the trio.

“What are you gals talking about now?”

“Five minutes up! Back to your stations!” Rudd interrupted through his megaphone, getting the crew to scramble away from their little chat or meal circles and back to work. The four stars smiled at each other.

“We'll tell you about it later,” Julie told Doe as she got up and put her lab assistant costume back on.

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“Aaaand, ACTION!”

Hunter shuddered in the center of the padded cell, looking up at the sadistic scientists eyeing him like a savory meal. Doctor Change's three female assistants were all pawing and nuzzling the puma like he was the sexiest man alive. It was like they were a twisted harem, all unified in a shared horniness for the wonders of mad science. Hunter had no idea what they had in store for him, but he could tell that whatever it was, it wasn't good.

“That's right,” the puma purred. “You will have the honor of becoming my flagship experiment.” Kit relished the line reading, managing to return to the erotic zones that Rudd required. The director smiled from his chair, watching the feeds of each camera from a series of monitors and tablets.

“Experiment?” Hunter asked fearfully. “No no, this isn't happening! I-I don't know what you think, but I don't belong here! This kind of thing's illegal, you know!”

Doctor Change cackled malevolently at the human's protestations. “Yes, 'illegal'... Illegal in your world, maybe.”

“Wh-What do you mean? Where am I??”

“Why, your new home, Mister Prey. Once we're done with you, you'll be a productive, horny citizen of our bestial kingdom. Just like you were always meant to be.”

Hunter's eyes widened in horror at the implications. Of course, outside of character, Hunter was lucky the straitjacket hid his growing bulge, turned on by all this transformative foreplay but needing to act the opposite.

“The fuck does that mean?! What's going on?!”

The puma made a devilish smirk. “As I already told you, I'm the head of the Department of Genetic Research's species-dysphoria division. You are clearly under a delusion of humanity, and it needs to be rectified immediately.”

It was then that Hunter put two and two together. “You're... You're gonna make me... not human?”

“Is that desperation I hear? You should be thanking us! It's not every day a human like you gets an opportunity like this. To be remade into something,” he let out a deep purr, “mmmrrrr... wonderful.” His female lab assistants purred with him, all just as turned on with the prospect of their human subject as he was.

Hunter shivered in fear at just how much these creatures were relishing the opportunity to remold him. His mind raced at just how they intended to accomplish such a thing, as much as he didn't wish to find out. “Y-You can't change me by force! I never consented to any of this!”

“Oooohh, little human,” Change cooed, “You don't know any better, as you are not in your right mind. Fear not, cub. We'll set you right. Physically, mentally, spiritually.” The puma chuckled, as if at a joke they just thought up in their head. “Hehe, if all goes accordingly, you won't even remember being human. Hehehehehe!!!” The Doctor's female lab assistants cackled with him, creating a cacophonous chorus of glee that unsettled Hunter further. The puma eventually stopped, and his gals stopped with him. “Kiera? Please collect the skinbag's genetic sample for me.”

“Mmm, will do, Doctor~” Kiera said with horny enthusiasm as she padded toward the stairs, rhythmically swaying her enormously fluffy striped tail behind her. Hunter could only watch from the lower floor of his cell as the skunk disappeared from the frame of the observation window, followed by a moment of stillness, all before a panel of padded wall opened up, revealing a hidden door.

The skunk woman walked through it, holding a test tube in her paw as she approached the human. Hunter backed away, hoping to keep some distance betwee—

“GGGAAAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!”

A zap of electricity surged from the straitjacket's collar, punishing him for moving. Within the observation deck above, Doctor Change watched as the human writhed and screamed in agony, his own finger pressed firmly on the button that activated the subject's electric collar. He let go as soon as Kiera stood right beside Hunter. The bound male flopped on his side, heaving from the intense shock as the skunk woman loomed maliciously over him.

“Aww, there, there,” Kiera cooed, patting the shuddering subject's hair like a feral puppy. “It's okay, sweetie. Only deviant test subjects get punished. You won't be disobedient any longer, right?” The human whimpered, only further turning the skunk on. “Riiiiight?” She grasped the jacket collar and pushed her muzzle close to his flat face, her hot breath huffing right onto his skin and giving him goosebumps. All Hunter could do was nod in deference, trying his damnedest not to take in the scent of her breath or the musk clung to her fur. The skunk smiled at the now obedient human. “Gooooood.”

With a flick of her wrist, she immediately reached for the velcro fly that apparently outfitted Hunter's groin, ripping it open to reveal his circumcised member underneath. “Hey! What the— GAAHH!” The collar vibrated again, signaling Hunter the actor to seize up in simulated pain for a brief moment. Kiera sneered as she gripped the test tube and held it close to his cock.

“We just need your genetic sample, cutie. Be a good subject and don't move~”

It was then that Hunter looked down and saw that the test tube was wide enough to fit around his length, and that a strange device was implanted on the bottom of it. Oh god, he realized. She's not gonna—

But she did. With one fluid motion, Kiera slammed the tube over his human cock, using his flesh as a stopgap. The device on the bottom whirred to life as a green light glowed, signaling its awakening. Very suddenly, the test tube pumped up and down, milking his rod like a breeding stud at the cow farm. The human moaned in a conflicted mixture of pleasure, shame, and humiliation, waves of sensual delight rocking his body and mind to and fro.

Kiera watched, looming over the writhing, moaning human as he was milked of his pre, waiting for the real sample to fill her test tube. The skunk always loved seeing the subjects broken like this. She took special joy in this process, and couldn't wait to see the human reach their inevitable endpoint.

It didn't take long for Hunter to squirt out a modest load of his human seed, filling the test tube up. Yet it didn't stop. It kept pumping his length past its limit, trying to siphon away every last drop of cum it could collect. Hunter could only groan and cry in rhythm with each pump of the tube, his body subliminally syncing his sensory feedback with the conflicting sensations running through his mind.

It wasn't for another two straight minutes of milking that the tube finally slowed to a halt and let his dick rest. As Hunter collapsed out of sheer depletion, seemingly emptied of seed and willpower, Kiera slid the tube out with a wet, slimy 'sccchhhhlip!' and carried it back to the door leading back up to the observation deck.

Bringing it upstairs, the skunk woman waved the newly acquired sample around, excitedly handing it over to her beloved Doctor. The puma held the vial up close to his muzzle, examining its viscosity, color, texture. Eventually, he pulled open the rubber stopgap and dipped a claw inside before licking a drop, smacking his lips to let the taste seep in. He purred with delight. Yes. This will do.

“Very good, Kiera,” Change said, handing the tube back to his rodent assistant. “Put it in with the others.”

The skunk nodded eagerly as she carried the vial over to a medical-grade fridge, where a tray of similarly-filled vials awaited. Tucking it in one of the concave indents, she reunited with Julie and Doe, murring happily at the great job she just did.

Doctor Change watched the human lying exhausted on the floor with hungry eyes. “That's right, my lump of clay. Enjoy your last moments as human. We're going to do great things with your cum.” The puma licked his lips, his filthy imagination racing with possibilities for just what the human could become. “Julie? Go and patch up the subject. We're going to need a lot of data for this next part.”

Julie purred with enthusiasm at being called up for her job. “Of course, Doctor~” With a light mewl, the siamese cat took her turn down the stairs, entering the padded cell to approach the exhausted human. Leaning down, the feline stuck monitor patches along various points of Hunter's body, even slipping her paw deep into the straitjacket from the collar, groin, and tail openings to place them on harder-to-spot locations. One was even placed right above his cock, allowing Doctor Change to monitor the human's growing heat levels and overall libido.

Hunter was still too spent from his milking to really struggle, letting Julie touch all over his body with her soft, furred paws. As the shame of his predicament had shut him down, all he could do was moan at her gentle, caring touch. The cat purred as she finished up, deciding to pet the human. “Mmmmrrrrr, that's a good boy,” she cooed. “Aren't you excited? To become something beautiful? Something better?”

Hunter could only muster a defeated groan. Julie giggled softly.

“Worry not, little human. This experiment is for your benefit. You will be given a better life in a better world with a better body.”

“Wh... What about my old life?” the human asked weakly. “I had... friends... family... What about them?”

“Hehehe! It's okay. You'll have new memories to replace those crummy old ones. New friends, new family. Once you become one of us, you won't even know what you're missing.”

Hunter shuddered, not just from how frightening the prospect of forgetting his entire life was, but from the strange scent radiating off the feline that seemed to dull his reaction. His head swayed like a drunkard stumbling home, taken aback from the strong vapors wafting from the cat's fur. Every time he told his muscles to stand up, fight back, try to break free, his mind couldn't so much as order them to lift a finger. It was like drowning, not in water, but in... something else. Something that sent signals in his brain, telling him to just lie there. To just let it happen. Whatever “it” was.

If he only knew how positively wet Julie was under her white pencil skirt. The cat smiled to herself, knowing the effect her musk was having on his fragile, weakened psyche. She turned to the observation window, swaying her tail behind her.

“He's very receptive now,” Julie stated, her voice coming through the speakers within the Doctor's lab. “Shall we begin the first step of his journey?”

The puma looming above the room grinned and let out a satisfied exhale, ready to start his mad work. He turned to his assistants. “You heard the kitty cat. Doe?”

Doe swelled with enthusiasm as soon as she was called, stifling a sultry moan. “Of course, Doctor~” She leaned in to nuzzle her snout and antlers on the puma's muzzle before clopping down the stairs. Change and Kiera both hurried to the observation window to watch Doe catch up to Julie and their subject. By the Doctor's waist level, the terminal screens were showing all the data being fed wirelessly from the monitor patches, showcasing Hunter's brain activity, heartbeat, heat levels, and other physical & neurological data.

“Looks like we have front row seats to the show,” the puma told Kiera. A wave of musk radiated from the skunk's nethers, her tail swishing to either hide the scent or spread it further.

“So, heh... Wh-What kind of data will we be looking for?” Kiera asked, stepping toward the soft glow of the screens.

Doctor Change purred at the question, able to catch her own musky scent from all the excitement of their experiment. “It's all very simple. The human's heartrate and heat levels will show us how physically receptive he is to our cure. The brainmapping, meanwhile, will show us how he's mentally taking it. As human memories are excised... Well... You know what comes next?”

“Hehe! Oh yes, Doctor, I do~” Kiera sighed lustfully at the puma, able to calibrate her own sexuality for the performance. Ever since her debut in the first feature, the skunk had found her lesbianism to be more flexible than she initially thought. She still preferred women, that much would never change, but having been reminded of the many masculine women and girlcocks she'd had 'fun' with before, Kiera now found herself able to transfer her attractions toward more male-presenting bodies with the right amount of imagination and approval from her feline wife. After all, her wife started out as a human male. If she hadn't given men a chance, she wouldn't have gotten the lesbian love of her life.

Whatever makes the film hotter, she thought to herself, tail swaying teasingly for the handsome puma...

---

Doe finally opened the door into the cell proper, her hooves sinking into the padded floor as she stepped toward Julie and the subdued human subject. “How's our little cub doing?”

Julie looked at the tablet on her paws, which also contained the monitoring data. The patches were able to wirelessly transmit their readings onto both Julie's tablet and Doctor Change's many monitors, allowing them flexibility while they performed more... physical examinations on the human. The cat purred at the data she read. “Stable and perfectly suggestible. The fact he's been breathing in me and Kiera's musks certainly helped. And with time, he'll get well acquainted with your scent too.”

“Very good, kitten,” Doe intoned while petting the top of Julie's headfur, bringing her to purr with delight. “I think it's time we send Hunter's humanity off with a bang.”

“Mmmm, I agree~” With that, Julie turned back up to the observation window. “We're ready, Doctor!”

Above, Doctor Change looked at the screen showcasing the human's olfactory sensors taking in the scents of both Julie and Doe's pure need. Gods, he loved how slutty his assistants were. He'd be sure to reward them once the experiment was done. “Excellent, ladies. Let us begin phase one of the experiment.”

The walls began to hiss as a more concentrated gas filled the cell. Outside of the construction of the film, it was just steam, but to Hunter the character in this story, it smelled of a more powerfully virile version of the animal musk already entering his nostrils. All the while, Doe stepped in to pull the human back up on his knees, bending him over as she opened up a different velcro seam, one that opened up his firm ass for all to bear witness.

“Wha... What're you...?” was all the dazed human could muster as Doe hiked up her pencil skirt and let her thick cervine cock hang free, stiffening at the presence of a fresh human ass to convert. Hunter could feel the tip of her length brushing against his bare cheeks, teasing him with a slimy bead of pre that promised further debauchery.

“_ You're a good girl,” _ boomed an authoritative voice from the speakers. The words rang in Hunter's bones like a bell, reverberating through his marrow and into his very soul.

“Ngh! Wh-What??” the human asked in an overwhelmed confusion, a painful pulse pounding in his head. He pulled his hair as the voice rang in his ears. Julie took her tablet stylus and began to rub her cunny with it, already getting off on the first stages of the experiment.

“_ You're a good girl. You've always been a good girl. A good little breeder bitch. An obedient little whore.” _

Doctor Change spoke those words into the microphone in his observation deck, hearing it echo through the speakers in the cell beyond the windows. Kiera moaned at the statements, loving whenever her Master/boss uttered them to the human subjects. The puma powered through the tent in his pants and continued to growl sensually into the mic.

_ Your name is Huntress, a silly little bitch born and raised in the URA. Your entire life, you could never keep your legs shut, wanting to be bred by every stud you laid eyes on. _

“Nnnaagh! What the fuck are you talking about?!” Hunter grasped his head tighter as the words rang in his ears, prompting the doe behind him to slide her hoofed hands up and down her shaft in anticipation.

Rudd panted as he watched the scene play out from his monitors behind the set walls, able to see every angle from each of his camerabeasts at once for maximum enjoyment. The entire cast was selling the hell out of the scene, and he couldn't wait to see it develop.

“Um, 'scuse me?” a faint voice whispered into the rottweiler's ear. Rudd turned to find his composer Jordana shuffled up to his director's chair. “Scene's great and all, but what's gonna happen when Hunter doesn't turn into a canine? Will we have to reshoot the whole thing?”

Rudd chuckled. “Don't worry about it, Jordana,” he whispered into her pointed ear. “It's simple: if Hunter winds up becoming, say, a pony, we'll just reshoot Kit's scenes and rerecord his lines to say matching prompts.”

The shorthair's ears perked. “Ahhh, so like, 'You're a needy filly. You need to be bred by a hot stallion.' Just splice that in to replace the spoken lines?”

“Oh yeah. And our sound gators will work in tandem with our editor to make it sound as natural as possible.”

“Fuck, that's good. Though, for our sake, I hope he turns into a canine. Feel like it would make the chemistry of the take even spicier.”

“Heh, you're telling me.” Rudd rested his head on his paw as he continued watching the live footage. One camera was trained on Hunter, another on Doe and Julie, and another on Kit and Kiera. It was like watching all the pieces of a mosaic come together to create one glorious picture. The dog couldn't help but wag his stubby tail at what he was witnessing. Gods, he loved making smut.

“_ Your name is Huntress,” _ the mad doctor continued. “Your tail wags at the first sniff of musk. Just breathing it makes you wet with the thought of being filled with pups.”

Hunter swayed like a drunkard, as if physically assaulted by the puma's risque words. He knew these were false statements, invasive thoughts meant to drill into his skull and make him remember sensations he never felt. But invasive thoughts aren't usually associated with such a... divine scent. A scent that dissolved the human's defenses like acid, corroding his assurance in his own muddled memories.

Julie's brow raised at the results that displayed on her tablet. “Mental elasticity has risen to 63%. Quite high, but still not as high as prior subjects.”

“Mmmm, he's a fighter, isn't he,” Doe said in total calm, holding zero doubts that those numbers would change very soon. She leaned in to whisper into the human's ear, “Go ahead, Hunter. Keep fighting. The longer you hold out, the more spectacularly you'll break.”

“Nnghh... Fmmmttt...” It was all Hunter could let out, focusing his entire mind on keeping the shape of his sandcastle brain against the battering tides of change. Everyone watched him; the doe looming behind him, the cat trading glances with him and her tablet, the puma and skunk on the observation deck both salivating from behind the glass, all waiting for that sweet, sweet moment where the last vestige of his humanity would fracture and remold into something better.

“Nnneeeehh, he's still not changing!” Kiera exclaimed, pointing through the window. “Mrrrrrrr, the anticipation is killing me~”

Doctor Change held up a paw to silence his striped assistant. “Not quite. Look closely.” The big cat squinted, eyes focusing on the twitching human's ears. They hadn't changed shape yet, but they had shifted further up the side of his head. Kiera hopped up and down like an excited schoolgirl when she noticed.

“Oh, Doctor! I see it! Aww, I can only imagine how beautiful she will be!”

“Yes, but it's still much too slow. We're gonna have to add an accelerant to the proceedings.”

“Mmmfff, I agree~” the skunk cooed, tail swinging naughtily as her Doctor pressed the mic button on his control panel and spoke once more...

“_ You're such a good girl, Huntress. Good girls want to be bred. _ Ache to be bred. You can't help but succumb to heat just at the thought of being bred.”

Hunter groaned as his cock seemed to strain inside of his straitjacket. He wasn't a good girl! He knew that, and yet... why did that word, “bred,” seem to conjure such stiffness in his dick? It's not like he wanted to be bred... to bear pups... Right?

“_ Being bred makes you a good girl.” _

“Grrrrraaaaahhh!” A moan. An actual goddamn moan escaped his lips. Hunter would've covered his mouth at the exultation if it weren't for the straitjacket binding his arms. Where did that thought come from? Was that because he called me a... good girl?

“_ You love being bred like fish love swimming. To be bred is to fulfill your purpose, as a rutty, slutty beast. And you _ especially love being bred by very hung deer women.”

“Wh-Wha—”

That was Doe's cue. Without giving it a second thought, Doe listened to her Master's suggestion and pressed her firm member deeper into the human's hole. The screaming moan he let out would have shaken the room if it wasn't padded.

Julie meowed with delight at the sight, sound, and smell of the penetration she was witnessing, further inserting the tablet's stylus into her pussy the more Doe seemed to push into the human's anal cavity. Upstairs, Kiera was grinning ear to ear, pressing her muzzle to the glass while her tail shook with fervent glee. Doctor Change merely smiled, filled with an assured coolness as he watched the graphs on the monitors begin to spike waaay up at the human's fucking.

Doe snorted like a wild buck as she thrust into the human. Her heart began to race even outside of character, as she herself was excited to see what Hunter became this time. A lot was riding on this transformation. The cervine was always in tune with the chemistry of the scene. Audiences could tell when the heat of a relationship was manufactured in post-production. Doe always prided herself in having authentic sparks with her costars, the kind that the audience could feel.

Hunter, on the other hand, couldn't care less. He was in the throes of pleasure and deep into character. In fact, being so deep into character allowed for some actual mindfuckery to be incorporated into the performance. Hunter the actor found themselves surprisingly affected by the statements coming through the speakers. He never thought about it until this very moment, but the idea of completely forgetting his human self and just giving in to the mental shift being suggested by the puma managed to turn them on immensely.

As he was thoroughly buttfucked by the Doe, Hunter the character felt a wave of calm hit as something strange happened: he began to forget. Forget his human life, his family, his friends... none of it mattered in the face of such insurmountable sensation. In his mind, he tried to scoop up the fading memories, but they'd dissipate like vapor each time. His eyes lulled and his mouth went slack, the pillars upholding his sense of self slowly crumbling around him.

“_ Thaaaat's it. That's a good girl. You have no need for those human memories. Not when you can be bred on a regular basis as a happy anthro citizen.” _

“Mm-Mmmuuuuhhh...” Hunter could only moan absentmindedly, intellect too drained to give a proper response. All that mattered was this current moment: being fucked by the beautiful cervine looming behind him. It made more sense to focus on her. His fingertips gripped the floor, nails lengthening and scratching the soft padding. The changes were only just beginning.

Even outside of character, it was all too easy for Hunter to lose themselves to such heavely feeling.

Kiera moaned as she watched the first signs of physical alteration appear on the human, bending over the control console and lifting her tail for the puma. “Ffffuuuuck... She's going to be beautiful when she's done~”

“Indeed,” Change replied, paws hovering over the skunk's furry cheeks as he let her eager tail brush against his muzzle. “Mmm, you always get so ripe when we experiment.”

“Mmm, I can't help it. Once their mind goes, it's impossible to restrain my heat.”

Doctor Change purred at the utterance of the word 'heat'. “Well, I can't have you in such a compromised state during our work. I'm gonna have to... extinguish you.”

The skunk practically leaked at the suggestion, stopping the sway of her tail to raise it up and present her needy pussy. “Why, of course. How can I be a woman of science in such a state. You're just gonna have to set me right, then~”

The puma chuffed madly before slamming his cock into her, without any hesitation. Kiera moaned with immense pleasure, reminded of the time Hunter rutted her as a snow leopard with her spiny member. She and the Doctor continued to watch the show below them as they mated, getting off on both each other's heat and the experiment taking place before their very eyes.

Julie had long ago abandoned the stylus in favor of her own digits, currently knuckles deep into her own cunt. Her feline flexibility allowed her to bend over to fit more of her paw through her vent, mewling like a slutty kitty. She watched as Hunter's face pushed out little by little into a proto-muzzle, her pointed ears listening to each moan that came out of the human's maw. Even as Doe was busy rutting into their test subject, she could smell Julie's arousal through the cloud of musk. She smiled and called out to the siamese cat.

“Care to assist me, kitten? It looks like our Huntress is gonna need a little more tender love and care before she can call herself a proper anthro.”

Hunter moaned below the doe, all but aware of what they were scheming. Julie smiled back at the cervine before slipping her wet digits out of her pussy and letting out a light sigh of content. “I thought you'd never ask.” The feline leaned in real close to sniff at the male being bred before her. “Mmmm, whatever she's becoming, she smells divine.”

“Indeed, sister,” the doe responded. “It's very important we help her on her journey. We are the stewardesses of her rebirth, after all.”

“I'm way ahead of you.” Julie proceeded to rip open the velcro fly on Hunter's straitjacket, letting his hard, shifting cock out of its prison and into her maw. The human shrieked with glee at the sensation of that sandpaper tongue massaging his dick, grooming and reshaping it into a more desirable shape, just as his entire body was.

By this point, Hunter had forgotten why he was even here. The barrage of pleasure had long dulled his faculties. All he could focus on was the present feeling overwhelming his body and soul. Why could he see his own nose protrude beyond his face? And why was it shifting into a moist darkened texture? Heh, well why not?! Did it matter? Not when he was being reamed on all sides by two gorgeous creatures—

Wait... creatures. Gorgeous as they were, they were still creatures. That's... wrong, isn't it? But if that's wrong, then this whole thing must be... no... no!!!

The reality of his predicament sinking back in, Hunter snapped back into sanity, mentally grasping at the remaining memories of his human upbringing that hadn't been rewritten. Just the fact that they were fucking with his head only increased his fight or flight instincts. How had he slipped so easily?! This was even worse than he initially feared. He had to get away, to make sure they didn't change his mind once more.

“No! NO! G-Get off of me!” With all his might, Hunter pulled his rump off of Doe's hefty tool with a loud SCHLORP, scampering away from her and Julie before backing himself up against the padded wall.

“Aww, what's wrong, cutie?” the siamese cat cooed, licking stray droplets of Hunter's pre off her split lip as she and Doe carefully stepped closer to their cornered Prey.

“I can't! I won't let you change me! I won't!”

In the observation room, Doctor Change perked his head upon seeing the human's resistance, stopping his rabid thrusts into Kiera's pussy. The skunk moaned in disappointment as she was hit with the biggest case of blueballs she ever experienced.

“Doctor! The collar!” Doe yelled from below. “He needs to be punished for his disobedience!”

Julie chimed in further, “You have to remind him, Doctor! Remind him what a good girl she's meant to be. She's already partway there.”

Change ignored their pleas, merely smirking in amusement at his subject's increased level of resistance. He'd never witnessed such a strong mind from a lowly human, one who could fight back from the feral instincts and psychosexual stimuli the doctor had bombarded him with. His smirk widened into a fanged grin. This was only getting more interesting.

“Doctoooor,” Kiera groaned beneath him. “You have to finish! I need to be bred. I need to be bredddd...”

“In a minute, darling. There's something I need to take care of personally.” With a wet shhhhlip, the puma slid out of the skunk girl below him, leaving her a mewling, writhing mess on the floor as he stepped down the stairs and into the padded cell proper.

His opening the door startled his other assistants. “Doctor!” yelled the feline, “Get back to the console! The subject needs to be reminded of his place!”

“I'll take it from here, girls,” the Doctor replied, waving his paw at them with a sense of finality. Doe and Julie could smell his arousal, knowing full well what he had planned now.

“A-Are you sure, Doctor?” Doe asked.

The puma laid his hungry eyes directly at the human's, their gazes meeting like a feral gazelle's would meet the lion closing in to feast on it. Hunter knew what this meant. It wasn't enough to sic his assistants on him, no. The feline had to give him the personal touch. “Oh, I'm sure,” the Doctor purred, stepping closer to the cornered human with the gait of a confident predator.

Hunter trembled. He knew he couldn't make any sudden movements, any bolting for the door. But that left him with nothing. The human could do little but stand there as the puma doctor, the architect of this terrifying scenario, padded ever closer to him. “St-Stay back!” was all Hunter could muster, trying to ignore the slight angle with which his face had already pushed out or the discoloration of his now moistened nose. The puma only stepped closer.

“Huntress, what's wrong? We just want to help you.” His voice dripped with sickly sweet honey, coating each word with a most convincing tune. Hunter had to shake his head to snap himself out of the aural lull it nearly placed him in.

“That's... not my name...”

“Are you sure? What is your name, then?”

“It's... It's... It's not Huntress, I know that much!” The human gripped at his own skull, fighting through the ringing that came through his hollowed skull. He knew pieces were missing, they were on the tip of his tongue! He just couldn't grasp them! Grrrr, what was his name?!

“Ohh, it's worse than we thought. You've forgotten so much, it seems.”

“Of course I have, y-you made me forget!”

“Now why would we do that? I'm a Doctor. I heal people. I pride myself in helping my patients, especially when they're undergoing such keen species-dysphoria.” The Doctor swayed his tail, letting his own musky scent waft toward the human. Hunter swayed a little, those sensuous fumes hitting his nostrils like rubbing alcohol.

“I'm... I'm not sick...”

“Of course you're not. You're just... confused! That''s all it is. And if you're so forgetful, how can you trust your own fears toward our procedure?”

Hunter scoffed at the puma. “Oh yeah? Remind me of these so-called memories. If they're as real as you say then I'd remember them, wouldn't I?”

Doctor Change gave a serious nod but in his mind he was cackling with glee. The human was falling right into his trap. It was only a matter of time. “Very well. As I mentioned, you're a good girl...”

Kit paused... then turned to the camera to give a look through the lens and at the director beyond it. On the other side of the set wall, Rudd looked through his monitors and saw the look. The rottweiler leaned down to press a button, causing a green light to blink above the camera. Kit smiled and saw that as the go-ahead he needed to take this play one step further.

“Not just a good girl. A good yeen. A mature hyena woman beloved by her pack. You were born in, uhh, Drexonville, I believe. Your mother was a packmother and you admired her greatly. It made you want to join a pack of your own, to be a breeder for your yeen brothers and sisters. That's what took you here, to Groveside, where you met your new packmates. Where you feel most at home.”

Hunter shuddered at the statement, unaware that his own plan had backfired. The memories of these events surfaced in his mind, as if they had lied dormant, waiting for the right moment to strike. How could he forget his own hyena mother? His packmates?? Why would Doctor Change make him forget? Except... the puma just reminded him of these lost memories. Was it true that the Doctor was just trying to cure him?

Julie and Doe's ears perked at what they were watching. It was rare to see their precious Doctor change a human himself. Normally he liked to sit back and watch from his perched tower, but to come down and transform the subject personally? If that wasn't a sign of respect, they didn't know what was! Quickly, Julie shuffled to the floor to pick her tablet back up, staring at the data with widened cat's eyes. “Gods, these readings are off the charts! Oh, Doctor, you've done it again!”

Meanwhile, Change continued to prod the human, “According to your mates, you impatiently await mating season every year like a cub awaits their birthday. Every year has been a pleasurable cycle for you. Wait for mating season, get bred full of pups, spend nine months in bliss being cared for by your packmates, all before finally pushing your puppies out to add to the pack and repeating the process once more.

Hunter moaned and clutched his head. He tried to deny it, but every sensation the Doctor was describing managed to surface— no, re-surface in his head. She— He remembered it all. The feeling of a strong canine knot stuffed in his pussy. No... her pussy. A low growl settled in her throat, small hairs starting to grow around her neck. “Rrrff... Tell me more...”

Change finally let the mask slip and grinned wickedly at his new convert. The puma stepped closer to the human, knowing her resistance to him was melting. “You seemed to have a very standard puphood. Your favorite pastime was chasing your own tail, roughhousing with the other cubs in your neighborhood, hunting for feral birds in the park. But as you came of age and realized just what it was your biological mother was doing with all your other packmothers and fathers, you found yourself in the throes of heat.”

“Rraaahh...” Hunter gasped, her voice elevating to a higher pitch as it all came flooding back to her. She could feel it, her first heat. She remembered just how it felt, how her loins ached for release, how every hole yearned to be filled. It was in that feeling that she found her purpose. She had always wanted to be just like her mother, but that also extended to wanting to be a mother, a mother to so many wonderful pups. Something told her that she was in heat right now. She must be, with all these wonderful feelings overtaking her.

Her chest began to grow into healthy mounds, her feet cracked and reshaped to a digitigrade stance, and more hairs began to grow along her chest, all as her thin, rounded ears crawled further up her head and her proto-muzzle stretched into a full-on muzzle. The dark nose at the tip fully moistened, picking up a melange of scents from everyone in the cell, including herself. She could pick up the salty notes of her own sweat mingling with the earthy tone of her... fur?

The changing human could feel her hands thickening within the straitjacket, her swollen fingers growing the sandy texture of a growing pelt. Her pelt. She'd know it anywhere, its mocha hue speckled with darker brown spots around her rump that framed the growing tailbone stretching from her spine and through the straitjacket's tailhole. Huntress panted, not just at her beautiful coat but the musk it produced, how her sweat and leaking pussy juices clung to her fur to create a scent that was so distinctly hers. Gods, she loved how she smelled during mating season. The only thing she loved more was the buffet of new scents to sample from her parade of seasonal lovers.

“Yiiaahh! Ooooh, I can't believe I nearly forgot! Wh-What else have I forgotten?... Doctor?”

But Doctor Change didn't respond, as both he and his assistants' jaws nearly dropped to the floor.. Out-of-character, the cast was in total awe. None of them knew what Hunter would turn into, and they knew Rudd's plan was to edit new shots and record ADR if they didn't become a canine as Kit had improvised on camera earlier. But this was far stranger. Kit switched his strategy up to a more specific species, saying they were specifically a hyena, and lo and behold, there was Hunter sporting the telltale signs of a soon-to-be yeen queen. Rudd and the rest of the crew began second-guessing themselves. Was it just a lucky happenstance of fate, or did Kit Bellfry manage to shift the odds of Hunter's transformation toward a certain endpoint without even knowing it?

Either way, Rudd picked the bottom half of his maw back up, realizing his cast had frozen up. He shuffled his headset back on and hoarsely whispered into the mic, “Line! Line!”

The cameramonkey on the other end nodded, reaching their dexterous footpaw up to tap Kit's shoulder without letting go of the rig. Kit finally snapped out of it, clearing his throat and getting back into character.

“W-Well, you just love being an obedient little whore.”

“Really?” the half-yeen replied as sultrily as possible, a dark brown mohawk of a mane growing on the top of her headfur.

Doctor Change purred as he finally stepped right in front of shifting hyena, practically pinning her to the padded wall with just his presence. Fuck, he could smell her heat so vividly. Kit could hardly believe he was finally here, transforming the human himself in both species and gender, and so close to see the process in all its glory. By the gods, she made such a cute girl. The puma could hardly contain himself! It took all his mental willpower to stay in character, to shepherd the malleable human further.

“Oh yes,” the Doctor chided as he gave her mohawk mane some nice pets. “You were always such a submissive little yeen. It really didn't take much effort for anyone to rut you. One of the easiest lays in all of Groveside.” Knowing she was in the palm of his paw, the greedy side of Kit just couldn't help himself. “And you especially loved getting plowed by a strong, big feline. If cats could breed with hyenas, your pup count would be at the triple digits.”

Rudd smirked from his director's chair, not just amused by the puma's greediness but happy that his new star was getting in the zone. Huntress moaned in her straitjacket, leaning in to nuzzle the Doc's chestfur poking out of his labcoat. He was right! Besides her fellow yeens, she had a massive thing for big felines. This new facet of her self slipped on with ease, like she had always been a big cat fetishist. She loved their sandpaper tongues on her fur, the way their tails curled with serpentine precision and their claws popped out and clung to their mates. Mmm, and the Doctor was certainly an attractive example of what she loved about the species.

Finally, as if on cue, Doctor Change made contact, grabbing the remaining nub of her shrinking cock with his meaty paw. The hyena woman yipped the loudest she ever yipped, feeling the flesh of her rod retreat into her groin as the puma pawed it off.

This is just who she's always been: a slutty, sexy little yeen who loved being ordered around by her packmates, her breeding studs, the myriad fathers of her myriad pups. Gods, she couldn't wait to return to her pack of horny hyenas; to laugh together, to get stuffed together, to take care of their pups together. Mmm, and now that her memory was being jogged, she certainly couldn't wait to breastfeed the pack, both her pups and her partners. Ooh, how she loved being a yeen in heat!

“YIPYIPYIPYIPYIP!!!” Huntress howled in delight as Change pushed the last of her cock inward with his paw digits, making for a deep, slippery cunt.

“Mmm, there's our needy puppy.” The puma immediately unzipped his pants, letting his immense, erect barbed cock hang free. Huntress licked her lips at the sight, wanting to take the entire thing. The Doctor continued, “Ooohh. Is this good girl interested? I thought you didn't trust my process?”

The hyena squirmed, wanting so badly to jump on his rod and ride it to orgasm. The heat building in her was nearly unbearable! “D-Do it, Doctor! I need to be cured! I-I'm so close, I can feel it! Yip! Yip! Yip!”

“Good girl,” Doctor Change intoned with complete confidence before ramming his barbed cock into the hyena's new, glistening entry.

She yipped even louder, the pure sensation of being taken by such a caring medical professional boiling in her blood and sending her nerves to Pleasuretown. Huntress moaned as her new, furring tail whipped about. Her new body was exploding with wild hormones and that thick, luscious member inside her wasn't helping! But she didn't want it to stop. This is who she was, what she was meant to do. Nothing was more fulfilling than, well, being filled! The mangy hyena felt so much better being reminded of this simple fact, like a huge weight had been lifted once and for all.

It was at this point that something funny happened. She... laughed. Laughed at the absurdity of her predicament! The forgetfulness, the confusion, it was all just... funny! She had no idea how she even got here, who this doctor was personally to her, or why she seemingly had an amnesiac episode; and by this point he realized... it didn't matter! So what was there left to do but cackle at the madness that was currently shaping her?

“Hehe! Hahahaha! AHAHAHAHA!” Fuck, she loved being bred! The idea that she could have possibly forgotten that fact was nothing short of hilarious. She must be one fuzzy bimbo if such a thing could happen! Perhaps one of her packmates fucked her brains out! Who's to say?

As she was pinned to the padded wall by the ravenous puma, two furry bodies pressed to each side of her body. It was Doe and Julie, both drooling with need from watching their master fuck their latest success story. “How are you feeling, darling?” asked the tall, gorgeous cervine. Huntress giggled back while the Doctor kept rutting her.

“Heheh! I feel — ahn! — divine! Arrrrrrooooo!” the yeen howled. Julie leaned in to nuzzle the yeen's cheeks, which prompted Huntress to nuzzle her back as best she could under the puma's phallic assault. “Oooh, I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you guys! H-How could I – aaahhh – ever repay you??”

The doe reached forward to rub her antlers gently against Huntress's neck while the feline licked her ears. “Oh, hun, just knowing you're cured is payment enough~” remarked the siamese cat between laps against the yeen's wild mane. Huntress moaned at the kind words, just as happy as her doctors that she was cured.

Doctor Change chuffed thirstily as he extended a claw from his digits and cut the restraints of the straitjacket free. Huntress spread her arms out, ripping the the jacket open with her newfound hyenine strength. Her tits flopped out, leaking delicious breastmilk as she let out a satisfied sigh of relief. No more was she constrained by her delusions of humanity. Finally, she was free again!

“Yip! Thank you! Heheheh, thank you so much for curing me! Ahahahah! I'm so silly for not going to you guys sooner!”

Change brought a paw up to fondle her leaking breast, squeezing another light moan and a rivulet of milky liquid out of the musky yeen. “No need to blame yourself, girl. As your primary care physician, I only want what's best for you.” He gave his assistants knowing smirks before unleashing a powerful thrust into his patient's nethers.

Hunter yowled with delight as he thrust harder and harder into her dampened slit. A whitewater rapid of cum soon shot within her snatch, filling her with seed and purpose. Change roared with the release, unleashing the feral, horny beast hidden behind his professional bedside manner; as, at the same time, Huntress howled with the delight of completion.

“GRRROOOOAAAARR!!!”

“AHAHAH! AHH— AARROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Huntress exploded with fluids. The mixture of male and fem cum from both her and Change's genitals, the rivulets of milk that sputtered forth from her breasts, the drool that slid down her maw and fangs...

She was one wet yeen gal, and she wouldn't want it any other way.

“Th... Thank you, Doctor~ For curing me. What did you say I thought I was again?”

The puma shared a knowing smirk with Doe and Julie, all three in on their little secret. “A human,” he replied. Huntress chortled at the word.

“Wow, I must've been out of it! Why would I want to be a boring old human, anyway? Was I that unhappy with myself??”

“I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of that another time. For now, let's get you dressed and back to your pack. I'm sure they'll be happy to see your recovery.”

Huntress whimpered happily, thinking about returning to her pack. Thank goodness she had enough sense to go to the doctor for help! As she skipped over to the center of the padded cell, Julie and Doe leaned in to receive orders from their master.

“Julie? Go fetch some new clothes for the pup from our closet,” the puma ordered the cat before turning to his cervine assistant. “Doe? Call the openings for packs looking for a ditzy new member. We wanna make sure she has a loving pack to come back to.”

Julie and Doe smiled and nodded in unison. “Yes, Doctor~” they both cooed simultaneously.

Huntress finally approached the door to the exit stairwell, only for a skunk girl to flop out from the other side of the door and writhe on the padded carpet. “Nnnnghhh, pleeeaaase, Doctorrrr~ You have to finish meeeeee~” Kiera moaned, still reeling from the way Change left her after going downstairs and leaving her pussy half-bred. The hyena that was now Huntress looked down and tilted her head at the horny mammal.

“Oooh, you haven't been bred yet?” the yeen asked. Kiera could only reply with a needy groan, pawing at her cunt like it was itching with need. Huntress smiled as her tail began to wag. “Yip! You're just like I was a while ago, not in your right mind! Would you like me to relieve you?”

“You... You'd do that for me?” the skunk asked with tears in her eyes. Huntress simply shot her a fanged bimbo grin before turning back to Change.

“Doctor! Can I finish her? Ohh, it's the least I could do to repay you for all that you've done for me!”

Change smiled warmly, “Be my guest, Huntress.” The yeen girl squeed with giddy glee as she crawled on all fours over the needy rodent, leaning in to give her a loving kiss that was sure to win her heart, just as her packmates taught her! Kiera's desperate whines ceased as she melted into the kiss, moaning at the sensation of the yeen's slimy tongue trading fluids with her. Doctor Change observed them with pride, the result of his work, his musk, his seed. “Feel free to join them,” he told his other two assistants. Doe and Julie let out lecherous smiles as they padded toward the rutting couple.

“Purrrrr, mind if we join you two?” the siamese cat asked as she pushed in to nuzzle the skunk's cheek.

“We promise we'll be very gentle,” Doe teased as she stroked her large cervine cock. The yeen and skunk stopped kissing to stare at the rock hard member, maws watering at the sight. With zero hesitation, Kiera wrapped the entirety of her mouth around the cock and pumped hard and fast. Huntress proceeded to join her, licking the doe's balls. All the while, the yeen squirmed as Julie pushed her muzzle into Huntress's new muff.

The four ladies were intertwined in a tangle of sex and fur, all of them murring and gyrating as they pleasured each other as one unified body. Huntress especially couldn't be happier where she was, back to being the loose little slut she was meant to be! She was so thankful all these kind ladies and their master cleared up all the confusion in her head so she could go back to what she loved best: rutting, mating, and being bred!

Doe bleated as she thrust harder into the skunk's mouth, coating her striped maw with pre. Kiera moaned louder as Julie alternated her cunnilingus from Huntress to her skunk wife, digging her sandpaper tongue into her favorite nethers and hitting all the right buttons. The skunk was practically exploding even before Huntress leaned in to suck on her breasts, feeding off her milk like she was a little cub.

Everyone felt utterly fantastic, joined into a mated cluster. And all the while, the puma that brought them together stroked his barbed rod as he watched them, proud to have brought another human into the fold. As he watched Huntress smile and giggle madly like the yeen she was, gurgles of skunk milk frothing from her cackling maw, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming pride. He just made this stuffy human into something better, freed them of the restraints of their previously held cultural norms. It was then, watching her and his assistants all cum in unison, that his pride swelled into a hefty dose of pleasure below his waist.

“Just another day at the office,” he said smugly, stifling a pleasurable murrr while his cock began to leak...

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“AAAAAAND CUT!”

The time-out bell rang just as the gals finished cumming, the whole crew applauding and moaning after what they just witnessed. Hunter, Doe, Julie, and Kiera all panted together, spent after pleasuring each other so thoroughly. Kit fell to his knees in exhaustion, having never been part of a production this demanding in his life.

“Holy shit!” he gasped, exasperated yet proud. He turned to Hunter's hyenine form, how different it was from the small, male human he stood beside. It hit him then and there. “I fucking transformed Hunter Prey!”

Hunter giggled before padding toward the puma and kneeling to his eye level, resting a paw on his shoulder. “You sure did, Kit. How's it feel to have turned me into a horny lil yeen gal?”

Kit smirked with a light purr escaping his throat. “Unbelievable... Just wait until my pridemates hear about this~”

“Hehe, just wait until they see it!” Hunter smiled before holding standing back up and holding her paw out to the feline. Kit took it and let her pull him back up on his feet. They stood together, two anthros, both changed by the experience they just shared in their own way. The two stars walked up to their director, who bore a fanged grin as his crew kept applauding behind him. The rottweiler stepped forward to give the puma a friendly hug and a pat on the back.

“You did good, Kit,” the director complimented to his star. “Toldja you were the right cat for the job.”

“Thanks for picking me, Wyler. This was the opportunity of nine lifetimes.”

Hunter let out a hyenine cackle at that. “I didn't know cats having nine lives was also a thing here too. Learn something new every day.” Even after saying that, she didn't stop giggling, it was like she was hopped up on something. Rudd tilted his head.

“You okay there, Hunter?”

“Hahahah! Sorry, it's just... I can't stop myself, ahahahahahah!”

Doe clopped forward to gently hold the cackling yeen still, her short tail flapping against the cervine's legs. “Heh, another form, another set of instincts she's new to,” the deer correctly assumed as she turned back to the giggly hyena in her arms. “Caaalm down, hun. Eeeaaasy, girl.” Doe nuzzled her in an attempt to quell her non-stop laughter. It seemed to work, little by little.

“Damn,” Kit replied with widened eyes. “It's really how the rumors said it was. She's like a whole new person.”

“And yet, the same person deep down,” Rudd said, stepping forward. “Helluva thing, ain't it?”

“Gods... If only the rest of my pride can experience what I just did.” He licked his lips, imagining the possibilities. “Mmrrr, wish another human would fall on my lap so I could share them with my mates.”

“Oh, I feel you.”

“No way, Rudd! You get to fuck their tail and film others doing the same on a regular basis! I saw those photos from Pine Slope, I know you're regular mates.”

Rudd chuckled, “Very perceptive. That's more a director thing, really. I need to test out my talent to see if they're still raring to go.”

“Ooooh, well... You haven't sampled me yet, have you, Rudd?” Kit added an extra purr to his enunciation of 'Rudd', maximizing the sensuality he was radiating toward the canine. The rottweiler couldn't do much but lick his jowls hungrily.

“Rrrf, we may just have to fix that. What're you thinking? Dinner and a visit to my place for a sampling of each other's wares?”

“How 'bout you visit my entire pride? A dozen of us in total, all pumas save for one lynx twink we just initiated recently. How about it? We'll take very good care of you, little puppy.”

Rudd growled with delight at the prospect. “It's a date.”

The two males smiled at each other with extra flirt before being interrupted by Pete closing in. “Just did a quick scrub of the footage. Aside from some extra coverage, we won't need to ADR much after all.”

“Fuck yeah,” Rudd said as he wagged his tail. “We may just finish this one ahead of schedule.”

Kit left as he realized they were talking shop, padding toward his fellow costars. Meanwhile, the boar made a porcine snort to his director friend. “It's the damnedest thing. She turned into the exact species Kit improvised. No planning, no control, it all just came together perfect.”

“Yeah... Almost too perfect.” The rottweiler scratched his chin, now feeling what his cinematographer was. “The Department of Genetic Research might help, go and see if this is just a coincidence or something else at play. What do you think? Cash in our favor early and hand them some footage for their research?”

“I was about to suggest the same thing.” The two turned to Hunter, who was all giggled out and now talking normally with her lady costars before Kit reunited with them. A gleam hit the boar and rottweiler's eyes as they watched, the prospect of them having shot more than just porno footage hitting them like bricks. Perhaps this was the first breadcrumb in a trail that would lead to a better understanding of these transformations, the rift, the connection between their two worlds. Pete shook his head, refocusing, “I'll render a copy of the dailies with Jonah. You celebrate at the wrap party without me.”

“Will do.”

“Oh, by the way, how did Debra do?” Pete turned to the zebra woman loading up the extra cameras. Rudd smiled.

“Real good. I'm always wary of nepo hires, her being your mate's sister and all, but she's quite the talented camerawoman.”

“Well, it runs in the family. Her whole herd's great with cameras, film or photograph... Though I gotta say, she could use a little more focus. I caught her giving fuckeyes to that monkey working with her.” As if on cue, cameraperson Oma Larson walked past Debra as she finished loading up the cameras. The zebra tilted her head to sneak a peak at their toned butt and the wiry tail swishing above it.

Rudd chortled. “It comes with the job. Hard not to get horny doing this line of work for the first time.” The two shared a knowing glance, reminded of the many times they had rutted in the past. It wasn't long before Hunter, Kit, Doe, Julie, and Kiera stepped in to chat with the two.

“Phew!” Hunter exclaimed. “Sorry about all that. This hyena body is intense. Everything feels extra sensitive and I'm all giggly and ticklish.”

“No worries, Hunter,” the rottweiler responded. “I'll let you gals take a break in the green room before we finish up with coverage. Wanna make sure we finish before Julie's ultrasound appointment.”

“Thanks, Wyler,” Julie added, rubbing her first-trimester belly while Kiera nuzzled her shoulder. “By the way, we having a wrap party after or no? Because we can probably make it late after the appointment.”

“We will if we finish this coverage quickly. Go on, get rested up so we can film some more!”

Kiera chuckled and held her wife's paw. “Hehe, sure thing, mister director!” She pulled her beloved kitten to the green room, with Hunter, Doe, and even Kit following behind. Rudd watched them go, a warm smile on his muzzle. Pete noticed it immediately.

“Smile while you can, Wyler,” the boar said curtly. “Just remember you bet on that Species Pool too.”

“Oh yeah,” Rudd said, snapping out of his daze. “How much do I owe you guys?”

“That's not the point. Why did you bet rottweiler again? I know you two're fucking, but goddamn we can all smell your desperation a mile away.”

“I'll have you know we've put in a lot of contingencies to keep things professional between us.”

“Yeah, for now. And what if she does become a rotty bitch? Will you go on your knees and beg her to be the mother of your pups?”

Rudd couldn't deny what Pete was giving him. All he could do was shrug his shoulders in defeat. “It's a new world, Pete. We won't know until it happens... when it happens...”