{"sf1_id":1308625,"sf2_id":"JewwMBQe","title":"Was I Abducted?","author":"ben243","words":1664,"posted_at":"2018-02-24T03:19:00.000Z","tags":["Dog","Male","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1308625-was-i-abducted","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/JewwMBQe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c7/c3/c7c3bab7-1c64-4afa-a9ef-fe05b9019c2e","description":"a man awakens to find himself trapped in a strange room","content":"I am awake.  \n  \nI am cold  \n  \nIt's dark.  \n  \nAs my brain struggled to start up, I could almost feel the switches flipping and my thoughts started to clear. I wasn't sure where i was or how I got there, but I could tell it wasn't right.  \n  \nAs best as I could figure, I was chained by the neck, naked on the floor of what seemed to be a large room. It was very dark and I couldn't make out the walls or any furniture. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but It had been long enough for me to need to use the bathroom.  \n  \nI waited a while longer, then when it felt like I would burst, I tried to yell for help or some knew mad of attention. I listened for any signs of life, but heard nothing. I couldn't hold it any longer, and ended up relieving myself on the floor. To my surprise, it ran towards a drain in the floor. Clearly I was intended to be here a while.  \n  \nI struggled to find some way to escape, but couldn't find any way to free myself. I was still weak from the drugs, and soon found myself drifting off to sleep again due to the exertion.  \n  \nAs I slept, the room became a flurry of activity, as I would find out when I came around.  \n  \nClearly hours had passed when I next found myself starting to come around. This time I was still in the room, but things had changed. I was strapped to a large metal table, and couldn't feel most of my body. My head was restrained and I could feel various tubes and wires attached to me leading off to some machine in the darkness that made a steady beeping sound that I guessed was my heartbeat.  \n  \nMy head felt clearer this time, and I guessed that whatever I had been dosed with had cleared enough from my system that they would have to administer more to knock me out again. In my current restrained state, i wouldn't have been able to stop them, but I could at least hopefully get a glimpse of my captors and try to figure out what was being done to me.  \n  \nClearly there was a requirement for some kind of break between each round of what was being done to my, but I couldn't keep track of time as the room was kept dark, and there were no windows or other sounds to help me tell how much time had passed. I couldn't even use body functions as any kind of indicator, as I couldn't feel anything below my neck.  \n  \nAfter what must have been days, I heard a gurgling sound from the monitoring machine near me, and realized I must be getting dosed again, just before I blanked out again, I could almost make out some men in what looked like white clean room suits entering the room as the lights started to come up. I started to wonder what I would find when I woke next, as I drifted of to a drug induced slumber.  \n  \nIt was clear when I came to that the drug was having an effect on my memory, as I had to spend some time reorienting myself, and trying to figure out where I was. Clearly I had finished the second stage of what ever had been planned, as I was now completely numb, and couldn't feel any portion of my body. Something seemed off to me as I opened my eyes, but I couldn't seem to put my finger on it. At least this time the lights were on in the room, and I was no longer being kept in the dark in more ways than one.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAs I looked around the room, I could see that I was in some kind of hospital or surgical center. The room was bigger than any I had seen before, with all kinds of machines and equipment in it. There was a large mirror on one of the walls that I figured must be the way they were keeping an eye on me between procedures.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI could see a clock on the far wall, and while I was still feeling the effects of the drugs they had given me, I could just make out the date and time, and if I was remembering right, I had been here for almost 6 months. My mind refused to accept that, and figured it must be some kind of trick to keep me disoriented.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAfter what felt like days just lying there staring at the walls, the clock said it was almost two weeks, but I didn't believe that, I heard some people coming into the room. This time, surprisingly, they didn't even try to hide what they were doing, and kept me awake as they entered.  \n  \nFrom where I was restrained, I could just barely see them. They were again clad in their suits, and were wheeling in tons of new machines and equipment. I could see that they had some sort of corporate logo and name plastered all over themselves and there machines, but for some reason I couldn't make any sense out of it.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAs I was descended upon by these strange people, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in one of there masks, and felt a since of dread as the shape of my body was unrecognizable under the sheets draped over me. I don't know if it was due to the drugs or just my own sense of terror, but I blacked out again.  \n  \nWhen I finally came to, I was somewhere new. I was in one of the cages that lined the wall of the room I was in, as I recognized the table I had been strapped to and could still see the clock on the wall, but something was different this time, as I couldn't make any sense of what it said.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI tried to move, and found that I wasn't bound, but couldn't quite seem to get my body to work. Moving in the confined space of the cage was difficult, and my limbs seemed stiff and hard to coordinate, but I was finally able to make some progress.  \n  \nI almost fainted, as I was able to finally see my body. I had paws! And I could feel a tail as I moved around. I also had a muzzle and a long tongue that hung out whenever I opened my mouth. I was also covered in a nice coat of fur. I had been turned into a dog!  \n  \nThe nurses must have been waiting for me to wake up, and came into the room and let me out of the cage. They stood back as I took my first unsteady steps forward onto the floor, and almost fell over several times until I got somewhat used to walking on four legs.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nThe nurses started talking to me, but I didn't understand most of what they were saying. They seemed satisfied and wrote a few notes before summoning what I assume was the chief doctor.  \n  \nWhen he came in, he was dressed in a more standard doctors uniform, and seemed happy with what he saw. He took his time examining me, and smiled, clearly happy with how I had turned out.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nHe told me that the procedure was now complete, and I was now a fine example of a German Shepard, and everyone would be pleased. I was shocked. I tried to ask him how he could do this to me, but it only came out as pathetic whining noises.  \n  \nThe doctor still somehow got the idea what I was trying to say, and pointed to a large TV screen. After pressing a few buttons, the screen came to life, and I was seeing an image of my former self and the doctor.  \n  \nMy former self started to explain that the drugs I had been given caused memory loss, and they had recoded this to remind me that what I was doing this voluntarily, and it was what I wanted. I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but something within me somehow knew it was true.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nI saw the door open, and my best friend walked in, and saw when he saw me, his smile grew as wide as I had ever seen it. He said I was perfect, and better than he could imagine. The doctor told me that I was almost ready to go home.  \n  \nI couldn't believe I was going to become my friend's pet, but somehow it seemed right and where I was supposed to be. I started to feel strangely content and happy.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAfter a few instructions from the doctor about my post surgical care, and what potential complications to watch out for, I was finally cleared to go home, and was fitted with a nice collar and leash and led to my friends waiting car.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nA lot of thoughts went through my head on the ride home, including doubts about wither this was something that I had agreed to, and something deep down kept telling me It was and I had made the right decision. As were neared the house, All worry faded away, and I was ready to accept my place as his pet.  \n  \nSeveral weeks have passed since returning home, and I am happier than I have ever been, and fell like this is the way life is supposed to be. As all of the drugs are finally clear of my system, I can finally start to remember. I remember never being happy as a human and wishing I was a dog, and was happy when we finally found a way to make it happen.\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAs the weeks passed into years, I slipped fully into the dog persona, and was the best pet any master could have wished for, and we were both truly happy for the first time.  \n  \n\n"}