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Faint buzzing crept into Josh's ears, that of machinery warming up, progressively becoming more invasive. Blackened vision was interrupted with searing light, tones of bright pink swept over closed eyelids. Josh groaned and attempted to lift an arm and roll over, but nothing budged. Realization caused his attention to spike, opening his eyes to be blinded by the light above. Josh winced and struggled to move his limbs in a throw of panic, everything but rapid breathing and strained eyes was calm from an outside perspective.

Josh's eyes took moments adjusting to the light, and the picture of his surrounding came into focus. He was in a large, sterile room with a high, two story ceiling, a single door, and no windows to the outside. His body was splayed across a thin bed, unrestrained, and his only modesty being a patient gown. He could feel the cool air bush across his exposed limbs, but any attempt to move them was in vain. Josh tried to speak up, but his voice didn't escape his throat. His motions resembling someone gulping for air underwater.

A door across the room crept open. Three people wearing surgical gowns silently marched through and came to a halt once standing over Josh. One held sample vials, the other a clipboard and pen, the third turned around and pulled out a series of devices, used in a routine physical, from the nearby drawer.

Josh wanted to yell out, to sit up, anything to communicate to the nurses. He was a prisoner in his own body, helpless to watch the nurses' next actions as a stethoscope was slipped beneath the collar of his gown. The cold metal slid over his lungs and Josh reacted by breathing more heavily than before, but the nurse just looked over to the other with the clipboard and shook his head, signaling the other to take a note on the clipboard. Next came an Ophthalmoscope, with the nurse's finger and thumb prying Josh's eyelids open, but with that came Josh straining to close his eyes and looking away from the examination tool. The nurse grew frustrated, handed the eye examination tool away in favor of an Otoscope and indicated another head shake to the other nurse.

The nurse with the sample vials stepped forward, taking a cotton swab to Josh's mouth. His mouth was pried open and the swab was stuck between his inner check and gums. It ran across this gums, pulled out and twirled around for the nurse to study before being placed into a transparent, cylinder container. Next came a needle from the drawer, with its protective plastic tip being pulled off. It was above his forearm, lying to his side, hovering in place and sizing up where to strike before plunging downward into a vein. Josh desired to jump up and give an auditory response, still none came from shock of the sight, watching blood fill the barrel as the plunger pulled back. The samples were placed on a tray and carried out of the room, leaving the two other nurses to finish examining Josh's ear canals.

More notes were scribbled down, out of Josh's view, and lengthier than any patient would hope. The clipboard was handed off to the other nurse, who studied over it while heading for the door, leaving Josh and one nurse alone in the room. Josh stared at the nurse, waiting for him to do something, but he just stood over Josh, staring back.

The uncomfortable motionless was broken by the nurse, who crouch down to Josh's eye level and leaned forward. Josh looked back into those still eyes, sensing some sort of movement in them as the nurse's pupils shifted into familiar, feline slits. Fear rushed through Josh as his rigid body finally matched his brain, seizing up, wanting to be still. A toothy smile grinned underneath the face mask, as the nurse spoke up.

“Look at you, stuck in here, scared to wits end." “You're lucky you're clothed."

Those words sent Josh's eyes to scan back over his body. He'd forgotten how normal it was for him to look human again, after leaving Shaun's room, and possibly sleeping in, his bestial form.

The man stood back up, pacing his way to around the bed. He lifted Josh's arm, tracing across his hand, studying the nails and densely haired forearms. Josh could feel the ticklish sensation, numbness yet his body refused to move to the gentle touch.

“You don't want to lose these, like what's under your gown."

What did he mean by that? Becoming amputated?

“No, it means you don't want people to see… what you are now."

Josh's thoughts races. How could he read my mind?

“It's your world big guy, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't behave well, like I did. They're watching."

The man looked upwards, towards the ceiling. Josh followed his eyes to a part of the wall, slightly darker than the rest. Josh squinted, picking up on four shrouded figures behind what appeared to be a one-way mirror. All he could make out were the shapes.

“Don't look too long, or you might alert them" the man said while placing Josh's arm down, then pulling the gown up Josh's leg and creeping an arm up his thigh.

“They forgot to inspect a couple things, but I'll handle it for you."

The man cupped Josh's balls, still being careful to keep them hidden by the gown. He rolled his fingers across Josh's fuzzy sack, causing deep breaths, long breaths to replace his shallow, anxious ones. He cupped the warm balls, giving them a few squeezes.

“They're bigger than before, no abnormal lumps though. Let's check your prostate next."

The man's hand pulled away from Josh's sack, extending his index finger and sinking it into Josh's anus. The finger explored around, finding his prostate before massaging it. The pleasure ran up his spine, sending relaxing signals but causing his legs to contract. His knees gradually raised upward into the air, without him wishing them to. The gown slid down, towards Josh's waist, exposing Josh's genitals.

“Look what you've done. Might as well have some fun since you've sealed your fate."

Suddenly, the men behind the one-way mirror leap to their feet. Two of them seemed to be arguing by their gestures as the other two stared onward. The “nurse" pulled his finger out, leaped onto the bed between Josh's legs, and used a hand to grip Josh's tan, furred sheath, the tip beginning to peak out.

“One last thing to check before I go."

Josh's sheath rapidly bloated as the man prodded his fingers into the lip of its opening. He started stoking the canine shaft, slowly at first before picking up the pace. Pre beaded at the tip and the man reached his thumb upward to smear his pre, then stroking downward, adding lubrication to Josh's already moist shaft. Josh's back arched to the pumps, on the verge of blowing his load. Fear melted away and was replaced by pleasure. He was ready for release.

Alarms set off, red lights replacing the florescent white. Josh was startled back to his false reality, only capable of watching as two men in biohazard suits sprinted into the room and grabbed as his nurse's waist, flinging the nurse to the floor and dragging him off. The nurse latched onto Josh's gown on the way to the floor, and ripped it clean off his body, the loose ties in the back breaking. On the way out, Josh could make out a familiar orange and black tripped tail now protruding down the pant leg of his nurse, flailing inside the pant leg as he struggled in vain to fight off the emergency team. The door shut, moments later the alarm ceased. All was calm besides the red lights still flashing. Josh's boner was still pulsing, standing tall eight inches into the air, each pulse coming less frequently than the last. He had to focus on controlling his breath as the essential edging left in touches away from cumming.

He looked up towards the one-way mirror, where just one person remained. Josh could feel the piercing gaze, as if the figure was analyzing everything about him. Josh, too, analyzed his own body. The fur had crept two thirds of the way up his chest, engulfing his lower nipples and creeping onto his pecs and thighs. A knot above his butt made Josh aware of the discomfort laying on his back. Slowly, the shrouded figure turned away, gazed still fixed until it passed behind where the mirror ended. No sooner did the lights go out, leaving the buzzing to gradually die down in the dark.

---

Sunlight shone through Josh's blinds, Sunday morning. He was leaning up in his bed, panting. Sheets were pulled apart and inspected. Nothing more than a layer of sweat, unlike the morning before.

“Oh my God, it was just another dream. Ha-ha…ha…" Josh laughed to himself, letting it die down into a long sigh.

He jumped out of bed, looking himself over. The extra fur he'd grown in his dream, or nightmare, wasn't present. His form was hairless again, the features grown in Shaun's room were absent. He didn't remember if he had shifted back in his sleep or beforehand, but just thinking that detail over reminded him of the night before.

“Oh no, that wasn't a dream too was it? I couldn't have been. I wish it was… Please let it be" He thought to himself. Either way, there didn't seem to be a permanent impact.

Josh stepped outside his room and was greeted by Shaun's shut door and the two vacant rooms down the hall. He should get more roommates next semester. He turned on the bathroom lights, and jumped into the shower. He kept it short and simple, avoiding any distractions inside and lathering his body as quickly as possible, keeping his eyes shut or fixed somewhere other than his foreign body.

The shower was turned off, towel grabbed off the rack, and wrapped around his hips once he has finished drying off. He opened to tower up to inspect his genital and rear. His butt was smooth, and the bump he felt in his dream wasn't present. His groin was the same as before, well, from the day before. A formidable sheath with a treasure trail of fur to his navel, and two swollen gonads swung underneath. Josh draped himself back over in his towel.

Josh returned to his room and rummaged through his wardrobe, taking a plain shirt, shorts and a pair of boxer briefs. The boxer briefs were pulled up his legs, fitting snugly against his thighs, but leaving a hefty bulge in the front, tight enough to want Josh to part the fly and let his junk slip though, but he didn't. His short and t-shirt felt tighter than he recalled, with the sleeves of both articles hanging more closing along his upper arms and legs.

Next came his shoes and socks. The fabric of his ankle-high socks stretched not allowing his toes to point forward. His shoes couldn't even fit, his heel struck the back of the top-line. Forcing his heel in put too much stress on toes.

“Fuck it!" He exclaimed, tearing the socks and shoe off, chucking them across the floor. Josh opted to scavenge for a spare pair of flip-plops. Bad support was better than nothing until he could buy the next size up of shoes.

Josh returned to his sink and began scrubbing his teeth, working the bristles between this teeth and over the surfaces. The bristles caught underneath one of his gums and Josh winced in pain. He spit out the toothpaste mixed with saliva. There was a good amount of red mixed into the foamy blueish-white. Josh pushed the top corner of his lip up, seeing the source was the base of one of his canines. His tongue ran across the source, licking away until the taste of iron faded. He just chalked up the bleeding to excessive scrubbing.

"Wonderful start."

Josh pulled his shirt up to apply deodorant to his pits. He got a glimpse of the extra four nubs lining his abdomen. “Maybe, if I just keep it cool, this will all… just go away." Josh could smell himself. It wasn't dirty at least, but it reeked of his natural scent, and something more. A liberal spray of cologne followed suit.

The door behind him in swung open, and out came Shaun in the same clothes as last night. Josh jumped, pulling his shirt down by the front.

“Morning, sunshine! Why so antsy? Touching yourself again?"

“No! I…"

“Oh whatever, we all do it."

“No, really-“

“Sure, then what?"

“You practically tore the door off its hinges, that's what."

“Uh-uh, kay. So what are you doing up so early?"

“I was gonna ask you that."

“I got drunk early, crazy night, lots of fun pub crawling with friends. Didn't bother you when I got back did I?"

“Umm, no… I thought you were on a date with Ali. Did it end early?"

“No, can't it be both though?

“Doesn't sound like my kind of date."

“And that's why you're boring. But yeah, why are you up early, you don't have shit to do. And don't tell me it's to study. Only weirdos study in the morning, instead of at night."

“Thanks-It's because... I took some painkillers to dull the pain in the back of my head."

“Oh yeah! Need me to check it out for you?" Shaun asked, without waiting for a response. Josh was hesitant, but didn't protest. Shaun stood behind Josh, his eye-level reaching Josh's lower neck.

“Hey, I know you're taller than me, but can you lean down or stop standing on your toes?"

“I'm not-“

“Then lean down, oaf. I didn't think you were this tall."

Josh rolled his eyes and bent his knees slightly.

“Let me know if I'm touching any painful spots." Shawn combed his hands through Josh's short hair, trying to find where is wound was.

“I don't see anything, are you sure this is where you hit your head."

“Of course I am. Right on the back."

“Well, nothing's even red."

Josh brought his hand to the back of his head to inspect it himself. He couldn't feel anything, not even a bump. He applied pressure to his head using his fingertips, but still nothing, no pain.

“You went to the hospital for this? It's nothing!"

“Like I had a choice, I was unconscious!"

“Still…"

“Shut up Shaun, it didn't happen to you. I didn't just get a hit to the head." Josh quipped, stepping away.

“No, no, I didn't mean it like that."

“You forgot?"

“I was joking… Like, I mean it healed already, so…"

“I get it, but I'm really not in the mood."

“What, didn't sleep well?"

“Sorta."

“Don't lash your misfortune out at me."

Josh headed for the living room, flopping onto the couch and pulling his phone out, just to end the conversation. Shaun followed shortly after, stopped at the fridge to grab a beer. Josh just looked over as Shaun jumped into the loveseat and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

“What? I'm doing nothing today! Can't I drink?" Shaun said, turning on the TV to find a channel he liked.

Josh sat there for a while. His mind wandered to his dream from last night and when Shaun got back early. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He pulled to collar of his shirt up over his nose and slunk down to appear somewhat nonchalant until he had calmed down.

“Did you hear anything last night, Shaun?"

“Um, no. Why, did you?"

“Nah, I just wanted to know if you heard me last night."

“Oooh, did you have a special someone over?"

“No-“

“Course not, so it was your hand", Shaun laughed.

“Fuck off." Josh wasn't laughing.

“Well, hey, you got your answer. I was ouuut."

Josh continued to sit there on his phone, huffing in boredom.

“I'm gonna head out, get some fresh air."

“You don't need my permission, you know."

Josh just sighed and shut the door behind him.

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A faint ring from a cell phone came from Shaun's room.

“Shit!" He said, shuffling to his room, knocking his empty beer over getting up. Shaun scanned the room, locating the phone on his dresser and gripping it in his hand.

“Oh no…" He mumbled, seeing a series of mixed texts from Ali overnight. “Hello, Ali?"

“Hey Shaun. Did you read my texts?"

“Uhhh, not yet."

“Good, I was pretty mad when I sent them."

“Sooo…"

“I don't want to rant at you, but do you remember what happened yesterday?"

Shaun paused, one arm on his hip, rotating around while trying to recall. “What exactly?"

“Our date."

“Oh! Yeah! We were with friends and I got drunk, so you dropped me off at my place early."

“Friends? Those women you practically groped were not your friends. “We were supposed to have a nice meal at a place that just so happened to have a bar, but you weren't there to drink and try to fuck random girls. It was supposed to be about us!"

“Whoa-whoa, slow down, what happened?"

“Oh now you don't remember a thing, great, cool… I said I wouldn't rant but-“

“I don't remember any of that!"

“Because you're a fucking drunkard. I told my mother you wouldn't be and-“

Shaun just held the phone away from his face, waiting for Ali's voice to die down, then returning it to his cheek. “Done?"

“No." Ali said, accompanied by an awkward pause.

“You weren't dropped off you were kicked out after you started calling out the two girls at the bar, you pig. I tried to get you to stop, but an employee dragged you out after you threatened to fight him because he came over to explain how you should leave them alone. You're lucky the cops weren't called. I would have called the cops if I was them!"

“Okay, okay, what do you want me to say? I can't recall any of that!"

“I want you to apologize!"

“Sorry-“

“Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?"

“I sai-“

“I had to clean your puke off the side of my car when you stuck your head out the window on our way back."

“Sorry!"

“… I thought about this last night, and I still think we should take a break."

“I just said what you told me-“

“That's not enough."

“Oh my gosh, that's what you asked me to say!" Josh groaned.

“I've already made my mind, Josh. I need a break from you, and you need to stop drinking."

“We're in college!"

“You've been telling me that for over a year, yet you're only getting worse. I know I won't be in college forever, and you probably won't be either. If those sorority sluts are what you want then just tell me."

“It's not. They're probably not even clean."

“Well, I'll let you know when I'm ready to talk again."

“Really, that's it?

She hung up. Shaun was in disbelief by how sudden it all was, and slunk into his bed. He read over Ali's texts. If one good think came out of his drunken blackout, it was doing so before he was stupid enough to fight over her berating texts. Shaun picked himself back up, grabbed a second beer from the fridge, and popped it open.