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A moan escaped Luke's lips as he felt the haze of sleep fade from him. Getting up from the warm surface he was sitting on, he quickly realized it wasn't his bed, which alarmed him slightly. Having not had anything alcoholic to drink the night prior, there was little he could think of to explain the predicament he found himself in. It took a few moments for the fog of unconsciousness to wear off enough as he felt enough alarm to warrant opening his eyes.

Once his eyes had adjusted to the bright lights filling the room, Luke was able to take stock of his surroundings. Clearly, he was not in his home. It was a vast room lined with what looked like cages along the walls. The faint smell of dog in the room gave Luke the impression that he was in a kennel of some kind. The fuck...?

It only took Luke a few moments to realize that he was in one of the cages himself. Though it was rather large, the Asian man felt rather claustrophobic in the space, especially since the door was closed. He tried to push at it a few times, though in vain. Of course, it was locked. There would be no point in putting him in here if he could simply leave, now, was there?

Looking around the room, his eyes settled on the familiar form of his good friend Jonah, sitting in a cage down at the other end. The large, black man was stirring somewhat, as though fighting with the same sleep that had dragged Luke down. How was it that his friend was captured, too? He hadn't seen Jonah in a couple of weeks; was it simply coincidence?

"Hey, buddy, wake up!" Luke called, wanting his friend to rouse so they could find a way out of here. Wherever here was. Luke didn't want to reflect on it too much yet, but there was every chance that they were both in deep shit. People didn't wake up in this type of scenario if they weren't on the set of some sort of horror movie, or much, much worse!

"Ohhhh... fuck, my head...Luke? What are you doing...the fuck are we?" Jonah said, slowly coming to his senses. Luke breathed a sigh of relief. It was one thing to be in this alone, but it made him relax to know that his friend was alright, at least for the moment.

"Good question. Just woke up, myself. No clue where we are. Unless you signed us up for a movie audition I didn't know about?" Luke posed, hoping his even-tempered friend had a better grasp of the situation.

"That's a no. The fuck is this shit?" Jonah questioned looking around with a fear in his expression that Luke had never seen before. Jonah was usually calm, a very sweet guy, though it was impossible to tell how someone would react in this kind of situation until they found themselves in it. Luke was certain the same expression was plastered on his own face.

The sounds of static hit both of the ears at once, startling the men to look up at the wall as a PA system came to life. "Looks like you're both up and about now! It's time to get started!" Said a voice, surprisingly female.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jonah yelled towards the ceiling.

"Let us the fuck out of here!" Luke chimed in, not wanting to appear weak in front of the voice. Though, too late, he realized the foolishness of his actions. He was completely at this person's mercy, after all. It wouldn't help their cause to piss off their captor, whoever it was.

"Of course not, boys! That's the entire point, after all. You're in an escape room!" Laughed the woman's voice, seemingly not caring how mad or distressed that her captives were.

The words gave Luke pause for a moment, although Jonah was still yelling. "What the fuck are you talking about! I didn't sign up for this shit! Get us out of here!"

An escape room? That didn't make any sense! Well, unless they were on the set of a Saw movie, maybe...

"I don't particularly care how pissed off you are. It doesn't matter to the overall experiment," the woman continued, making Jonah halt his protests. "Your anger does go towards our notes if it means anything to you. Personality types are important to the end results!"

"Results?" Luke asked, though not aware that he was saying the words out loud.

"Naturally! It is an experiment, after all!" The woman continued, seemingly curious Luke would even think to ask.

"Let's get down to the rules, now, shall we?" She began, as though reading from a speech. "As I said, this is an escape room. You have one hour to find your way out of the cage you're in and exit the room. There are clues that I'll give you in order to solve each part of the puzzle! If you manage to get out, then you are free to go!"

"And if we don't?" Jonah asked, without missing a beat.

"As you might not have yet noticed," the woman said, matter of factly, "We've attached two collars to your necks. Those collars, at the end of the hour, will inject you with our formula that will change you completely into dogs! Just like the ones that used to stay in kennels like these."

Luke was stunned. Had he heard her correctly? Turn them into dogs! That was insane. There was no way she could turn someone into a dog. Luke must have misheard her. That, or it was some kind of mental conditioning, like pet play or some shit.

Yet, at her words, Luke decided to reach up and brush the edges of his neck. The sensation of something leather did meet his touch, and he traced his fingers around what indeed seemed to be a collar. Looking at Jonah, it seemed that his buddy had one as well. They were plain, with tags on them, though Luke couldn't read his own. Just like a collar and tags a dog might wear.

"What the hell are you on about?" Jonah asked, feeling more emboldened. Luke didn't think it was a good idea to antagonize her, especially if the woman was insane, which she obviously was. But, given the situation, there was little he could do to dissuade his friend.

"As I said, once the clock starts up, you have an hour to escape, and if you don't, the collars will activate and turn you into dogs. Mastiffs, I believe in this particular case. The second pair that we've brought in such short a time. The process doesn't take long once it's started. It's rather ingenious, really!" The woman cackled, clearly full of herself.

"But don't take my word for it. Here, you can see what happened to the last two players I've had the company of. These two both decided that my games were 'insane' and refused to play beyond trying to find a key to the cell doors. Watch."

Their attention was brought to a screen that was lowered down from the wall, which quickly sparked to life. The view seemed to be of the two cells they were in, where two men were sitting shouting at an invisible camera. A countdown clock was up at the top, nearly at zero as the two men watched with rapt attention. They didn't seem to be trying to escape or anything of the sort. It seemed they had given up and were wondering what their fates were to be!

As the clock hit zero, both men started to scratch their backs frantically, as if assaulted with itching powder. The sensation seemed so intense that both were compelled to take off their shirts, revealing the terrifying sight of what could only be off-white hairs spreading down their backs, quickly obscuring the skin. Were the two men growing...fur? Was it an effect? Yet, it seemed far too real as the men cried out, their fear genuine as whatever process the woman promised was taken out upon them.

Luke and Jonah watched in horror as the transformation played out before them. Both men were writhing in pain now as tails ripped from their backsides, wagging and exposing their assholes underneath like the dogs they were becoming. Pants soon fell from shrinking waistlines, shortened fingers unable to pull them up as claws replaced fingertips atop their newly-formed paws. Faces cracked forward as cries of pain or shock were soon replaced with howls and barks as canine visages soon pushed their way out of human trappings.

The whole process took several minutes, but soon, human features were completely obscured by fur as muscles and bones cracked and reconfigured to fit new forms. All that remained of the former men were two, fully-formed bullmastiffs, clearly male by the sight of their disturbing erections. Both dogs barked and growled at the clock, as though human defiance still persisted in their canine psyches. Yet, soon, their visible throbbing erections seemed to win out, and both dogs promptly got in position to start licking at their newly-minted dog hoods, all notions of resistance or modesty evidently forgotten.

Soon, the screen turned off, leaving both men stunned at the sight they had seen. It was an impossibility that such a display could ever be reality. But then, the effects were clearly not CGI or any kind of practical efforts on the part of the hosts. So then, what else could it be but the video of two men being changed into dogs?

"Think of it as a game, really," the woman continued, ignoring the sights of the two stunned men in their cages. "You have to take risks in order to play. Once you press the button on the collar, it will release an injection into your systems that will change a part of your body into the dogs you'll eventually be if you lose. The part is random, of course, so you better hope you hit something that helps you. A dog's sense of smell, of hearing, or energy might be useful to use to help you escape!

"Of course, that's the fun part. Your new additions are permanent, after all, so I'd think hard about how many times to use the function before you're barking anyway. I did say you could leave. I never said in what condition!" The women laughed in a maniacal tone that made both men shiver. She had to be some sort of sociopath to do this to people!

"You fucking bitch, let us out!" Luke yelled, no longer caring about self-preservation. This madwoman was going to change them into dogs, or likely worse, so what did he have to lose by letting her have an earful?

"Hehe, I'm not the one who's the bitch here. Yet, anyway. But, have it your way. You are free to spend the entire hour yelling at the screen. Many that I bring in here do. Your choice. Either way, your clock is starting now. Make sure to press the button on your collar if you want to initiate a change. You'll likely have to if you want to get out unless you're really good at thinking like a dog!" The woman laughed as the speaker clicked off, leaving the two of them alone.

***

More insults and shouts followed her apparent departure until both Luke and Jonah became hoarse and tired. Luke looked over at his buddy, trying to repress tears at the horror of the situation. He didn't want to be stuck here, some insane woman's captive. Nor did he want to be a fucking dog.

This had to be some kind of sick joke. A dream. Yet, the smell of must and the feeling of concrete under his ass made Luke sure that he was awake and that this was real. And if this was the waking world, did that really mean he would be sporting a tail of his own if the timer ran out before they escaped?

"What do we do, man?" Jonah finally asked, the fear in his voice evident.

Luke didn't answer for a few moments, not really knowing what to say in this situation. What did they try to do? Should they try to play the game and escape the room in an hour? Doing nothing certainly didn't seem like it would accomplish much!

It was quickly obvious that they only had a set amount of time as the screen lit up with a 60-minute countdown, a sign that the trial had started. They only had less than an hour before they were destined to share the same fate as the men on the screen!

The woman's voice came on the speaker once more, her excited tone not lost as she gave them their first set of directions. "First, you'll have to find the keys to your cell. You'll need them to get out, of course! But, if you don't think or act like dogs, then the kennel is going to be your home forever!" She said before the radio clicked off.

Think like dogs? What did she possibly mean? Luke found himself wondering for a few moments. What sort of sick twisted game was this? If she could turn people into dogs, why make them go through an escape room first with the chance of getting free? Did anyone ever make it out and human?

"Any ideas, dude?" Jonah asked, trying not to sound nervous. But Luke could see the shivers of fear running through Jonah's massive, flabby black body. He was just as scared as Luke was, just as unsure of what to do.

"Fuck, I don' know! Think!" Luke yelled to himself, trying not to panic. "Ok, umm, a key, maybe? That's the only way that we can get out, right? So we have to find it!"

The minutes were already starting to tick down, making both men nervous. Luke decided to look through the cage, running his hands all over the smooth walls, playing them outside of the bars, and anywhere else he could think of. Nothing.

Twenty minutes had passed and neither man had come any closer to finding an escape. And the clock was ticking, making both of them nervous as hell. Neither wanted to be dogs, yet they had no idea how to get out of their current predicament!

Jonah had been fiddling with the collar for a few moments, much to Luke's dismay. Luke had been thinking the same thing, though had no inclination to say anything out loud. It was obvious they had to try to collars, as frightening a prospect as it was. Luke didn't want to have part of his body change into a dog. Yet, it was worse to do nothing and let himself transform all the way!

"You know what we have to do, man," Jonah started, fingers seeking around for the button and preparing to press it. Luke didn't know what to say to that. There was no other option.

Before he lost his nerve, Luke's hands were on his collar, pressing the button he had felt to be there prior. Instantly, he felt a prick on his neck, as though something had pierced his skin. He supposed it was the injector that would start his change. He really had no way to know!

A series of phantom tongues played over his body, making him shiver in the warm room. The tingling soon started to play over his nose, eliciting a sneeze from the frightened man. It was as though his nose was cold and damp, the skin pricking as it became coarse. Was it becoming a dog's...

"Dude, your nose!" Jonah called out, making Luke spin around.

He tried to cross his eyes, but that was not necessary for long with how massive his nose was growing. A brown shade started to crawl into his field of view as his nostrils widened, taking up far too much of his face. Their openings expanded, forcing them apart as the protrusion's growth took over the space down towards his lips. A tingling on either side signaled that the creases were opening up, forcing twin slits up towards the bridge.

Breathing in reflexively, Luke was stunned by the plethora of smells that hit him like a transport truck. He coughed and sputtered, the sheer intensity of scents more than he could bear. It was like an olfactory overload; each odor that he'd previously experienced was dialed up to an eleven, carrying their own unique qualities. It was enough to make his head explode!

Even the scents of sweat from his buddy were stronger, and Luke looked over, a particularly pungent note catching his attention. Something triggered a realization that left him startled. It brought to him a single word: fear. Jonah was terrified!

Luke couldn't blame him, of course. Yet, the odor seemed to intensify as the moments ticked past, as though something specific was causing his fear. A moan escaped Jonah's lips as Luke watched him turn around, something seemingly sticking out of the waistband of his pants. He pulled them down, making Luke want to look away, not keen on seeing his buddy's ass crack. But, like a car wreck, Luke couldn't turn back as Jonah's spine pushed out of his back, the black skin prickling with patches of white hairs. Was Jonah growing a...tail?

Luke stared on in horror, hearing his buddy's moans of discomfort as the new appendage continued to grow, pointing at the end as the skin stretched out one inch, then two. The short white hairs soon covered the entire surface as his spine stretched to the tip. The thing started to move of its own violation, seeming like a fully functioning dog's tail.

Why had different body parts changed for each of them? Luke might figure a canine nose could be useful for something. But what good was the tail going to do? Were the changes random?

Worse, were they stuck with these new body parts forever? That seemed to be the case if the woman's words rang true. He didn't know about Jonah, but Luke didn't want to have to explain a dog's nose on his face for the rest of his life!

"Fuck man, I have a fucking tail..." Jonah whined, not sure what to make of the situation. Luke couldn't blame him. It took all Luke had to ignore the fact that he could smell every molecule in the room now, and most of them hardly made any sense! Surely, he could smell something resembling a key, right?

Closing his eyes, Luke allowed himself to breathe in the room, trying to focus on something that drew his attention. There were strong body odors from each of them that denoted their emotions, mostly fear and apprehension. Other scents reminded them of people, but distinctly different. Aromas that might have been present before they were changed into dogs. And there was something else, something pungent and acrid...

"Common, man. You can do it!" Jonah said, his tail wagging as though in encouragement. He clearly didn't want the damn thing. What good was it doing either of them? Everything was up to Luke now.

That one acidic odor seemed to stick out more than all of the others, making Luke turn his gaze downward. It was on the floor, seemingly under one of the tiles near him. He searched them frantically, looking for the one that omitted the scent. It looked just as firm as any of the others. But there were a few drops of what smelled like...urine? Was that what he was scenting? His human nose was not up to the task, but a dog would smell pee, right?

As soon as he touched the tile, the sound of something opening up from above startled him, and a key was dropped down in front of him. Luke grabbed it eagerly.

"Got it!" Luke cried, picking it up and frantically trying to work the lock. To his immediate relief, it opened!

"Good job, boy! I knew you could do it!" Said the voice from the speaker. "Too bad about your friend, though. I don't think his new tail will tell him where his key is! Better luck next time!" She laughed, the PA going dark for the moment.

"Hey man, come sniff mine out, too!" Jonah said, desperately. Luke went over to his cage, looking for that same acrid stench of pee that had been left for a dog's nose to find. Yet. to his chagrin, it seemed impossible for him to find anything from outside without sniffing the floor closely. He was sure it was in the center, but he'd have to touch a specific tile to make the key fall down, right?

"Fuck, OK, let's check the next step. I won't leave you, OK? Let me look around the room for a minute. There's got to be something," Luke said, not wanting to leave his friend in the cage. Yet, it wouldn't do either of them any good to stand around, right?

"It's time for me to give you the next hint, of course. You're a dog just waking up and coming to greet your master. What do you bring him? Hint, you can't use your hands!" Said the woman, smirk in her voice.

What did a dog bring to his master? The newspaper? Slippers? A toy? All of those made sense, didn't they? Luke scoured the room, desperate to find what the woman meant. He would just have to act like a dog, right?

The familiar click of the collar going off startled Luke to look over in the direction of Jonah. His buddy's black skin seemed to be quaking, adjusting to the serum that had evidently entered his system.

"Don't man, what are you doing?!" Luke yelled, obviously too late.

"Sorry, man, I can't sit and wait for you. I have to help!" Jonah said, scratching the skin around his chest and belly. Was he growing more fur?

Yet, the more his buddy rubbed, the more that Luke noticed a swelling under the skin of his massive, loose shirt. His buddy was a much larger man, close to three hundred pounds. He'd been teased in his youth for the state of his chest, which, for lack of better words, looked like man boobs, or 'moobs'. He joked about them in later years, of course, more confident and accepting of his body.

But now, they seemed to be swelling, growing larger on his chest as they seemed to pull his shirt higher. Jonah was scratching at them frantically, moaning all the while in a sensual way that made Luke a little unnerved. What was happening to his chest that would be making him feel that way?

Too late, the answer dawned on him as Jonah threw off his shirt, evidently too irritated to keep the sweat-stained fabric on him. His chest was expanding, the flesh ballooning underneath as though swelling with fat and tissues. His areolas were swollen, and Jonah was rubbing them frantically, pleasured look on his face.

Yet, that was not the worst thing that came to Luke's notice. Jonah's hands were not just playing over the skin of his chest, but rather all over his stomach as well, as if the entire area was an erogenous zone. It seemed as though similar welt-like structures were forming, six new ones in tandem with what now comprised his former nipples. Each, in turn, started to swell with fat and tissue, smaller than the man-boobs he possessed higher up but soon thickening to cover each inch of his flabby skin. They looked, for lack of a better term, like breasts. Eight, like a dog might have.

"What the fuck? You've got tits!" Luke exclaimed, stunned that the words were even coming out of his mouth. Yet it was obviously the case as Jonah's fingers played over them, seemingly oblivious to the world around him as he did so.

To Luke's disgust, he could see an erection tenting in the fabric of Jonah's jeans, proof that his friend was into the bizarre transformation. He normally would have been disgusted by such a thing, but in the present circumstances, he couldn't blame his friend. Maybe it really did feel that pleasurable to have four pairs of canine-like nipples on his body. What sort of sick game was that woman trying to play with them?

"What? I do...aww shit!" Jonah exclaimed, looking down at himself and what he had been doing. Face blushed in shame, Jonah turned around, covering his erection with his hands while trying to resist the urge to rub them any further. Yet, judging by the look on his features, it was a maddening endeavor!

"D-don't touch the collar again, OK? I'll find us a way out!" Luke said, though not believing the words. Still, he had to try, right? He didn't want his friend to be a freak for the rest of his life. And, surely with a dog's nose, he could sniff out any of the clues needed for both of them to escape, right?

Still, the implication of what he had seen on his buddy's features hit him like a ton of bricks. She had called them 'bitches', right? And if Jonah had breasts, did that mean they would be changed into female mastiffs? Bitches...for the males in the video? No! That had to be wrong!

The realization was all the more incentive for Luke to find an escape from this canine hell. He only had 35 minutes left if the clock was any indication! He had to find something hidden and bring it...where?

A few glances around the room revealed the usual tables of medical equipment, some boxes, and plenty of cages. One thing that did stand out was a mannequin of a man, one arm lowered to take something and another like he was reaching down to pet a dog. Was that where he was supposed to bring the 'thing'?

Nothing his nose could detect seemed to beckon to him beyond the dust and must of a seldom-used place. There was a faint odor of other dogs, urine and dandruff and hairs and the like. But, they were older. Evidently, this was not the facility the dogs were kept in after being changed.

"Sounds like you're having a bit of trouble! You better hurry, the clock is ticking!" Said the voice, taunting them before the PA system turned off again. Luke was getting pissed off. How dare she keep taunting them like this!

But wait...hadn't she said something about giving them hints? Was she trying to guide them to the goal, even if she was being a sadistic psycho bitch in the process?

"Hey, wait! Sounds like trouble? Ears, maybe?" Luke said out loud, waiting for Jonah to acknowledge.

"Ummmfff...yeah...good call!" Jonah said though Luke stopped himself before turning around to look. He didn't need to see that his buddy was still rubbing at his nipples, his cock leaking in his pants as he did so. That was too much!

Luke didn't want to risk pressing the button again, afraid of what he might do to himself. But with less than half an hour left on the clock, he was left with little recourse than to reach out and allow the familiar warmth of the fluid to flood his system.

"Please be ears, please be ears..." Luke moaned his mantra, hoping that it might influence the change. Maybe Jonah had simply been unlucky. Besides, he could live with ears, right? He could hide them, at least. The thought of a tail, paws or anything else was too much to bear!

Luke waited with bated breath, hoping to feel the tingle in his ears that might signal their alteration to a canine state. One moment, then two...Luke found himself scratching his chest, the irritation in his nipples starting to get annoying. Wait, nipples? Oh, no!

Luke didn't want to take off his shirt, not wanting to see what was becoming of his chest. Worse, he already knew, if the sight of his buddy's were any indication. He was about to grow his own set of canine nipples!

The itching soon spread all the way down to his stomach, the tingling becoming nearly maddening. Luke had no reprieve other than to take off his shirt, rubbing at the skin through the fabric hardly sufficient to quell their insistent aching. No wonder Jonah had shown no modesty in their development!

Throwing his shirt to the floor, Luke was just in time to see that red welts covering his chest. They seemed to slowly swell, the fat of Luke's moderately pudgy belly fueling them. Each was red, a distinct areola forming that was clearly the source of his discomfort. Every moment he refused to touch them was agony!

In the end, the needs in his body won out and he was forced to rub first his primary pair and then play over the rest of his chest as each nipple took their place in turn. It felt amazing to tease the sensitive flesh, each mount swelling with fat and tissue in tandem with his frantic rubbing. Stranger still, his cock was powerfully erect, leaking into his pants from the sheer stimulation of touching his canine nipples alone!

The click on the other collar's device brought Luke out of his stupor enough to notice that his buddy was forcing another change. Able to ignore the aching in his eight pairs of tits, for now, Luke looked up to see that Jonah was rubbing his ears, the black skin starting to stretch. It was working!

The skin around his ears was slowly pulling away, as though made of clay. They soon reached the point where their mass forced them to fold over on themselves, falling to the sides of his head as they continued to expand. A coat of off-white fur soon covered their surface, filling in their insides as they started twitching, as though curious about the world around them.

"Can you hear anything?" Luke asked, a little impatiently. They were left with little more than 25 minutes now, and the clock was ticking!

"Just a second-fuck!" Jonah yelled then, putting his hands to his head. "Ow, shit, dude! Not so loud!" He moaned, evidently getting used to the new appendages.

The canine ears atop Jonah's head continued moving eagerly, as though searching for something. Yet, Luke couldn't repress a sigh from the length of time it seemed to take. He knew there was an adjustment period required to understand their inputs; he had experienced the same himself when growing his canine nose. But they were running out of time. If they didn't get out in the next twenty minutes they would lose more of their humanity than just a nose, ears, and some breasts!

Luke waited with bated breath. He could risk another change to himself, and hopefully, get his own ears. But then the last time he'd tried he got eight massive mammaries for his trouble. He wasn't sure how he would hide them the rest of his life, save being forced to wear sweaters. But he couldn't risk losing any more, of himself!

"Over there, in the corner! It sounds like something whistling!" Jonah exclaimed, then winced at the loud sound of his own voice.

Luke wasted no time rushing over to the corner, looking around for the source of the sound. Nothing stood there, save a bare wall. "Are you sure it's over here?" Luke whined, panicked. They had so little time left!

"Yeah! It's one of those fucking dog whistles, I think. It won't stop!" Jonah whined, putting his hands on his ears in an attempt to drown out the sounds. Luke felt sorry for him. But it would be bothering both of them soon if he didn't find it!

Then, it came to him. Remembering the trap door in the cell, Luke started pressing the stones on the wall, looking for something loose. It was hard to see in the dimly lit room, and Luke wasn't in the mindset to be methodical. Still, after what felt like a painfully long time of searching, he found it; a stone moved at his touch, as though it had been pulled out and put back. That had to be it!

Pulling the stone away carefully, Luke reached in to reveal a massive pair of slippers, along with a tape recorder. He couldn't hear anything coming from it. But, judging from the twitching of Jonah's ears, it was likely playing a loop of a dog whistle!

Wasting no time, Luke raced towards the mannequin, shoes in tow. With less than twenty minutes on the clock and no way to know how many more trials awaited him, there was no time to waste!

Placing the slippers in front of the mannequin, Luke waited, wondering what was supposed to happen next. When the PA system came on, Luke allowed himself a moment to relax, thinking he was about to get the next clue.

"Now, now! Good dogs like you don't use their hands! You'll have to bring it to your master the way a good pup would!" The woman scolded, making Luke blush with shame. How was he supposed to do that?

Taking the shoes back to the hole in the wall, just in case, Luke tried to put them in his mouth, grasping them in his teeth. Yet, they were far larger than normal shoes, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get both of them to fit. Struggling to fit one in at a time, Luke had to spit them out eventually, the taste and the weight of them too much for him to bear. With less than fifteen minutes now, Luke didn't have time for this!

"Your mouth just isn't big enough, hun! You aren't doggie enough to serve your master yet!" Said the voice, making Luke shiver. He didn't want to believe it, but it seemed as though the woman wanted him to change more before giving him the next clue. Why was he playing her sadistic game? Yet, what other choice did he have? Giving up would ensure he would be a dog forever. Trying to play was the only option to retain some semblance of humanity!

There was no reprieve but to lose a bit more of his humanity. Before he lost his nerve, Luke pushed the button, awaiting the tingling that would signal his next change. To his excitement, however, the sensations seemed to center on his face. He was going to be able to handle the next challenge!

Yet, he was not prepared from the bizarre, painless sensation of his mouth cracking forward, the muscle and bone seamlessly gaining mass and pushing his face outward. It itched terribly as his gums turned rubbery and black, teeth sharpening through the flesh. The weirdest sensation was the thick flaps of skin that hung heavily from his muzzle, the jowls of the dog breed he would be if he failed the task. He was now in possession of a canine face!

The tingling of change over for now, Luke wasted no time picking up the shoes. They were much lighter with the new muscles in his face, and if he wrapped his longer tongue around them, he was able to carry both shoes at the same time with little effort. He considered running towards the mannequin but eventually settled on crawling on his hands and knees, no longer concerned with debasing himself. What would it matter if he acted like a dog if he was going to end up as one anyway!

To his delight, the PA system came back on, praising his actions "Good boy! Good dog bringing shoes to master! Now, we need you to roll over! Can you do that, boy?" Asked the voice, not bothering to even talk to him like a human. Luke would have gotten mad, but with less than fifteen minutes on the clock, he had little choice but to play along!

Getting down on his back and rolling over did not have the desired result. Nothing happened, not even a buzz from the PA system to let him know that he succeeded. He would have to change himself again, fall further from humanity. Was that the woman's goal? To make him a dog no matter what? Tears flowed down his cheeks at the realization that he might never escape from here human.

Yet, he still had to try. Clicking the device once more, he waited for the familiar tingling, hoping that it would give him the desired body part. Yet, the prickling seemed to center on his backside, as though he was about to grow a...Oh, no.

Luke spun around just in time to see the growth springing from his backside, tingling intensely as it pressed outward and covered with white hairs the same as Jonah's was. It felt alien and strange and nearly made him jump when he felt it twitch. What did he need the tail for?! He was going to be stuck with it forever if the changes carried on like this!

"So sorry! Good dogs have tails, but you can't use them to roll over! Better luck next time!" The woman said, leaving Luke's heart to sink.

The sound of the click made him turn his head to see that Jonah was trying one more time to get out of the cage with a canine nose. It did seem like the skin of his face was turning black, his nose browning as the wet crack of jaws stretching could be heard in the room. Jonah's teeth grew pointed, sticking out of his muzzle before massive canine jowls overtook them. Jonah had a full-on muzzle, nose and all.

"Rrraay! Rrroorraah! RRaaww RRaaww!" Luke tried to yell, forgetting that he had a canine muzzle on his features now. He couldn't even understand himself speaking as his voice came out in canine barks. Was he to lose his ability to speak forever, to even communicate with Jonah again if the changes concluded?

"RRRurrrK! RRRaats RRRRooooog!" Jonah tried to reply, but his muzzle prevented him from necessary speech.

It seemed as though neither of them was closer to their goal of escape, and the clock had less than fifteen minutes on it before their fates were apparently sealed. Jonah was sniffing the ground, new nose looking for that few drops of urine that would help him finally get the key to his cell.

Luke didn't even bother thinking as he pressed the button to allow his next change. He likely needed to be down on all fours to appease the woman. That would truly damn him to a canine existence. But, what other choice was there? Better to be mostly dog and away from here than to stay and have to deal with whatever plan the woman had in store for them!

The serum flowed through his veins and sent that prickling through his body, centering in his feet this time. Luke kicked his shoes loose, just in time to see that his nails were thickening, his individual toes shrinking. The hard skin and thick webbing at the base of them completed the look as Luke was left with a perfect set of canine paws. The tingling spread into his heel, making it hard to stand as Luke sat down, yelping as he forgot about the tail plastered to his backside. He was down on all fours, or at least his hands and knees for the time being. Walking on those paws seemed impossible!

Yet, the tingling of change did not seem to be stopping. In fact, it seemed to be centering in his hands now, making Luke wince as his fingers started to twitch. Frantically, he tried to flex them, but the bones and joints were snapping apart under the skin, leaving them stiff and disjointed. He was going to lose his hands too, at this rate!

Too late, Luke realized his mistake. It was a gamble as to which body part he'd lose, and he had lost it all with that last bet. He couldn't work the collar's device for gradual changes if he lost his hands. He would have to wait until the clock ticked down and the rest of his body altered into that of a dog! He'd damned himself in his efforts to escape!

To his absolute horror, his hands continued to shrink, becoming stubby as his nails rose from their beds and formed thick, blunt claws at the end. His thumbs were even worse off; no amount of twitching could seem to prevent them from being pulled along with his stretching wrists. Soon, he was unable to move them at all as the remaining dewclaws found themselves at the ends of his wrists. His fingers followed suit, swelling with pads from the tips as his flattened palms formed the same. The sheen of webbing between them prevented Luke from doing more than slamming them on the floor in frustration.

"Aww, what a cute little set of paws! You're making such a beautiful doggie!" The voice taunted, eliciting a canine groan from Luke's blackened jowls. He didn't want to be a dog!

Trying in vain, Luke reached out with his paws and tried to angle them to press the button in desperation. He didn't know what would change next. So little of his body remained human at this point. He was surely only a change or two away from being a dog forever. Even if he did escape, it would be as a mastiff!

The sound of a key in the lock brought his attention to Jonah, who had evidently sniffed out his own key and came over to lick Luke on the cheek. Luke smiled for a moment before the implication hit him full force. Jonah was acting more like a dog. Were their minds starting to go, too?

There were less than ten minutes on the clock now. They had little choice but to keep playing or allow themselves to become dogs. Jonah was more human than he, thankfully, and could still get out if Luke played the game. He was willing to put his humanity on the line for his friend if that was what it took.

Yet, trying to speak elicited only a series of canine whines that left Luke depressed. He couldn't even talk with the muzzle that now adorned his face. A few more barks escaped as an act of desperation. Embarrassed as he was, Luke wanted to put his paws in front of his mouth. But there was no point; it was impossible to hide the jowls of the mastiff he was becoming.

Still, Jonah came up and pressed the button on Luke's collar, as though understanding the intention behind the words. Luke barked his thanks as the serum flowed through his veins, hopefully allowing the change that would permit him to complete the challenge. And with less than ten minutes on the clock, there was no time to waste!

Yet, Luke's stance was somewhat awkward and trying to move away only led him to stumble back into Jonah. To his horror, it almost felt like the button was pressed again, sending a second shiver through his body as the changes started to take hold. Was he going to transform twice? There had to be a delay timer on the collar, right?

Still, the initial change was overtaking him, making Luke wince as his spine started to snap. It was as though the bones in his pelvis were reshaping, writhing under the skin as Luke felt his stance shift. He tried to stand up, but his body pitched forward, his legs evidently not able to do so anymore. His backside seemed rounded, hunched over as his hips continued to flatten into the flanks of his body. Luke was now, in essence, a quadruped.

Yet, that was not to be the only change that he had been inflicted with. The tingling of transformation was still centered in his backside, but it was lowered now, creating a warmth in his groin. To his chagrin, the sensation seemed to be focused on his cock as it became turgid. Cheeks going red, Luke realized with some fear that his member was erect, much as the two changed dogs had been on the video. Was that part of the process, to make the victims horny? Luke could have never imagined such a process being so erotic!

Yet, there was no denying the arousing sensations as his penis started to press against his still-present pants, making him whine with irritation. He needed to cum, desperate as a man starved and given a feast. Images of the dogs sucking themselves off in the video made him shudder. He didn't want Jonah to see him like this! But, there was nothing he could do as the onslaught of arousal hit him full force, and his balls were soon emptied of his burden into his jeans with only a series of short barks to denote the orgasm.

Much too quickly, the act seemed to end, making Luke blush furiously with what bare skin remained on his face. Yet, the fluids leaking from his cock did not seem to stop. Even though no pleasure ebbed from his loins, there was a shriveling in his testicles that made him wince. It was as though they were shrinking, squeezing out every last bit of cum before dissolving into nothing inside his ballsack. What was going on?

Though he had little knowledge of canine anatomy, the images of red rocket-like cocks from before were burned into his retinas. Dogs had furry balls and sheaths that covered their groins and bellies. Yet, the sensations of change to his lower half did not seem to correlate with his mental image. Rather, it was as though his penis was being pulled inward into something was opening underneath. The whole thing started to pull back along his taint, drawing up under his anus, which itself was moving to be situated under his newly-grown tail.

The realization hit Luke like a ton of bricks. Though he dared not to look, the feeling of an opening drawing his ball sack inside now gave rise to the realization that he might not be male anymore. The nipples over his chest, and the fact that the last prisoners-turned-dogs were male before were a dead reminder. Luke was literally being turned into a mastiff bitch!

Still, despite that, Luke had to act the part of the dog he was to become, lest he ruined his chances of any sort of humanity forever. Getting down on his back, through a struggle with his new hanches, Luke looked up at the statue, whining his discontent. Drawing up his nerve, he rolled over, getting up on his hunches as best he could with the new posture. He even had the audacity to bark, a desperate plea for freedom if there was even still a chance for it to be granted.

It both frightened and excited him when the woman's voice came on the PA system once more. "Just five minutes left! Oh, and there was something I forgot to mention earlier. You both have to be on all fours to roll over. You can't leave without your friend showing master he's a good boy, too!"

Luke felt his heart sink at that. Even if they managed to get out, both of them would be condemned to mostly canine bodies. And, with the minute or so it took for each of them to change, it was unlikely that Jonah's form would alter sufficiently in that time to undergo the next task to escape. And what if there were more? They were truly damned whatever choice they made.

The hiss of the collar made Luke's heart race as he looked to see Jonah's next change. Yet, nothing seemed to happen as Luke waited with bated breath. He needed to know what was going to happen to Jonah. He had to hope that he might be put onto all fours and be able to beg like a dog so that they could escape. But, the expression on his features seemed to be one of confusion and need. It reminded Luke of how he had felt when...oh, no.

The strong, spicy scent of cum confirmed his fear. Though he didn't want to look, Luke was nonetheless shocked to see the stain that came from where Jonah had ejaculated. Jonah, for his part, used his hands to pull off his pants and underwear, as though wanting to see the last remnants of his manhood disappear. Luke couldn't look away as his friend's black cock reduced into a nub that opened into a small slit, rotating back towards his own puckered doggie anus. Both of them were no longer male!

Using his hands, Jonah started to pleasure himself, evidently looking for an out to the agony and fear of the entire situation. Luke couldn't blame him. The ache in his own crotch was becoming more and more insistent as the minutes ticked past. It was everything he could do not to grind his cunt on the floor to give it at least some stimulation. Any hope of thinking of an escape plan was lost under the onslaught of canine hormones flooding his veins.

It was then that the reality of the situation truly set in. There was no way to 'win', not in the way that Luke had been hoping to. Each puzzle required them to act more like the dogs they had become, in turn forcing them to change faster and thus sealing their fates. It seemed to be more of a test of how fast they let themselves become dogs, rather than any chance of them returning to their humanity and escaping this nightmare scenario.

Of course, it was. Luke had been a fool to think otherwise. There was no way anyone with the power to change them like this would ever let them go. Not when there were so many other experiments that they could run on them! And not when there was any risk of their operations being outed. It was horrid, depraved that someone would play with human lives in such a manner. But, it was undeniable that was the situation they found themselves in, and impossible not to feel the despair of their new reality.

"Ah, even through that beautiful muzzle I can see the wheels turning! It seems you've figured out the true escape! You've made it farther than most, if that's any consolation to you! It was a lovely combination of resisting canine impulses and giving in just enough to meet the next challenge. Some of my subjects just sit in the cages, howling away as they change! Can you imagine?! But don't worry about them. You and your friend still have a bright future ahead!"

Just then, the sound of a door opening made his head turn in time when a peculiar scent hit his nose and made Luke nearly jump up in surprise. It sent his new sex into overdrive, making him whine and moan. Yet, somehow, the needs were even worse. Almost like he was in the presence of a...

Even without seeing the hanging members of the two canines, Luke could smell them coming and whined. The realization sent the ache in his loins into overdrive. The need to mate and be fucked made it harder to think. So strong was the canine mating drive that it even overrode his need to escape and return to his humanity!

Luke could already assume that they were the men from the video that had been changed before them. A scent in the air carried with it a modicum of familiarity with the faint odors that were present in the cages. Obviously, whatever other sick games that the woman had for them, she wanted them to be fucked and filled with puppy batter!

Luke growled as he looked over the mannequin for a device, something that would open the door and allow their escape. The clock was counting down, forcing the precious few minutes of his humanity to fade. He had no time before the change was forced to complete and he would be a bitch forever!

Turning around, he started barking at Jonah, who was walking over to the dogs. He was shocked when the two started sniffing each other, the human man not caring that he was acting just like a dog. It was insane!

Luke barked as loud as he could, to try and entice Jonah to come to help him, or at least back off from the males. But he was helpless as Jonah's hands hit the collar once, twice, three times, until the click no longer went off and his fate was sealed.

Luke could only watch in horror as Jonah turned his ass around and raised his tail, barking at the male to take his aching canine cunt. The changes were already coming, his tubby belly stretching as his spine cracked and his hips sank into widening flanks. Shoulders crunched forward, leaving him top-heavy as his chest barrelled and his ribs expanded. Hands and feet steadied as fingers withered away and claws clicked onto the floor.

Soon, little remained of his former friend, all of his black skin soon obscured with a short coat of off-white fur erupting from every pore. The long braids that Jonah once treasured withered away into his sloping skull, turning into the short hairs that coated the rest of his body. Yet, worse than his fading visage was the reality that he was about to be humped by a horny male. He was just getting into position to grip the female on the sides and spear for her moist vaginal lips.

Lost in the sight of his friend's fall from humanity, Luke hardly noticed that the other male had come for him until his nose was shoved unceremoniously into Luke's anus. Luke winced all at once, pulling back and growling his disdain at the interloper. Yet, the strong scent of male canine hit him all at once, and he whimpered, the stench overpowering and forcing him still.

Too late, Luke tried to sniff the room again, hoping to find something useful to save him from a canine fate. But the only odor that lingered in the air was the stench of doggy cock, one that made Luke's loins leak all over again. It was maddening to experience the intense canine need to be fucked!

The sound of the buzzer hit his canine ears, and Luke looked up to see that the timer had worn down to zero. No! He had a few more minutes, didn't he? There had to be a chance for him to escape still...

Yet, the sound of the rest of the serum being pumped into him was all that his ears picked up. The tinglings of change came for what Luke knew was the last time. All at once, his body was assaulted with itching as hairs sprang from every pore. His belly started to stretch, though he retained some of the pudge from his 160-pound human frame. His shoulders arched forward forcibly, cracking as they sank into his flanks, making it impossible to rotate them. A crack from his skull signaled it was collapsing into the sloped shape of a dog's, and with it, likely his mind!

Luke waited the painful seconds to become a dog in both body and mind where he might lose himself. Certainly, the instincts were there, the urges particularly strong in his groin. But there was no death of self or identity. He simply was compelled to act like a dog, to raise his tail and flag it upwards to...NO!

It was a maddening prospect with the heat in his loins. He needed to be fucked and needed it in the worst way. Yet, Luke figured he could resist. He needed to get away, to find help. Maybe there was something in the room that he had missed...

The sensation of a cold, damp nose on his nethers made Luke turn around with a start, growling at the thing that would dare harass him. But, the pungent scent of male canine hit his nose ten-fold from the proximity of the male. There was no way he could pull away, the heat in his body literally freezing his backside in place as Luke panted his agony.

The sounds of whining hit his ears as Luke looked up to see the mastiff bitch that had become of Jonah being fucked into her new life. Her breasts jiggled under her as the male pumped frantically inside of her. The male pulled the female with him as he knotted her and fucked faster. Luke was sure that the whines were from canine orgasm, Jonah looking positively ecstatic over the action if that were possible.

The weight of something on his back made Luke start to growl as the male clamored on top of him, spearing his throbbing vagina with his turgid erection. He knew he should try to resist, to try and escape and regain his humanity. But the clock was at zero now. He was likely stuck in this body forever now, a mastiff bitch in heat. Why shouldn't he try to enjoy it?

The moment that canine cock entered his rear sent shockwaves throughout her body. It was as though the rod was linked directly to his brain, stimulating all the pleasure centers in his body as waves of pure bliss flowed from his canine cunt. Nothing could have prepared Luke for the pleasure of being fucked as a female. No wonder Jonah looked so blissful from the action!

"Awww, that's a good girl Luna! What a good dog you make, Jani!" Said the voice over the PA system. Luke found himself wondering if those were the names on their collars now, female names to match their new bodies. Luke found herself liking the name Luna. It was a fitting name to baptize her new existence, one that she was steadily allowing herself to embrace.

The other dog's knot was seeking entry now, and Luna allowed herself to open up and take the thick member, forcing the two of them together as the male prepared to spill his load. Part of Luna rejoiced in the mating, her simplifying thoughts turning to pregnancy and pups. If it felt this good to have sex, then she welcomed her new experiences, the previous fear fading away for this simpler life.

The realization she was to be a mother was the final push she needed to fall over the edge into a female orgasm. Her entire body was awash with sexual pleasures as she came and came again. Sometime in that period, the male came as well, filling her empty womb with a splash of semen. It flooded her not only with the fluids but with a sense of purpose. She would bear pups, nurse them, and perhaps mate again to have a new litter. What were all her previous human desires compared with that?

Panting, the male tried to pull out with a rush of pain that made Luna growl. Jani, too, growled loudly as her male foolishly tried to escape. No. They were each tied to their mates until their semen settled into fertile wombs. The males would have to deal with the post-orgasm knotting that came with canine mating. Yet, Luna herself welcomed the warmth of orgasmic afterglow, spurred on by the penis still in her womb.

Looking over at Jani, she smiled as best she could with canine jowls, getting the same look in return. They could not speak anymore, at least in human terms. But they had an understanding then that settled through dull canine eyes. They both enjoyed the mating, and the fading fears allowed them to embrace the lives they had been given.

******

Weeks had passed since the two former men had become mastiff bitches. Although Luna had initially hated the idea that she might spend the rest of her life as a dog, the familiar routine of canine life was starting to become ideal. It helped that she was well looked after, given plenty of food and time outside and the company of her former best friend-now turned mastiff bitch.

It was long since obvious that they were both pregnant. Their bellies were swollen and covered with stretch marks as new lives grew inside of them. It was a contented life, their nipples swollen and sensitive as they took turns helping each other out with their needs. Their cunts still ached occasionally and without the presence of the males, they were prone to bouts of licking themselves, or even each other on occasion. It helped to cement their bonds as pack mates, a term that Luna felt suited their new relationship.

Luna found herself content in the knowledge that she would soon birth pups, and nurse them at her teats. She was even more excited to share those feelings with Jani, who would soon have a purebred litter of mastiff puppies of her own. Nothing in the former human's life had ever held with it so much fulfillment! If this was what it felt like to be a canine, to be female, then Luna found herself wondering what she had been so concerned about when the change had started. She had tried so hard to hold onto a half-life when the life of a mastiff bitch held so much more promise!

Occasionally, she heard the sounds of other canines, others that smelled of former humans that had been experimented on as she had. Some were male, though most stank of bitches in heat who had likely been just fucked. Luna felt sorry for them. Not for the change they had undergone, but rather that they did not yet know the life they were being given. She would have told them not to worry if she could have communicated it. Yet, she knew that they, like her, would soon feel the swelling in her nipples and the pressure in their stomachs as the pleasures of impending motherhood overcame them each!