The Anthro Virus: The Start of Something New
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The hallway was damp and dark, as two large and heavily armed men led a much smaller figure through the corridor. The young man between the two was shaking helplessly and at the mercy of the two holding him, his hands bound together, his mouth taped shut and his eyes blind folded. He had been like that for several hours, transported from place to place, an assortment of foreign hands poking and prodding him in places he did not like.
It was only natural he assumed, now that he too was infected with Anthromorphism. The rare disease that affected only men and made short work of their humanity, turning them into humanoid animal men, furry and bestial. He, at 16 was the youngest male to date to have been infected, and to come down with the disease was very rare indeed. Only 1 out of 1,000 or so every year get infected and even less actually turn. Most just spend their lives with the virus steadily dormant inside them, but a few turn, and become not just animal men, but also very homosexually inclined. Or so he heard from the various reports he had read after finding out he had been infected.
The two large men finally lead the boy to a large, purely white and bright room, with several blacked out windows on each wall aside from the entrance. After dropping him on the floor they removed the tape and binds and left him. He knew exactly why he was there. They were going to watch him change. They had told him before that his change was going to come vey soon and his parents had already signed an agreement to let them do research on his transformation. As a minor, he had no say in the matter.
He laughed a bit- thinking of the people he once called his mother and father. They had all but disowned him once they found out he was infected with that terrible disease and were happy to hand him over to the government when they came knocking at their door. At the very least they did not let them dissect him. He considered it a kindness on their part. He stood up to see his skinny defined frame against the black reflective glass. His raven hair unkempt and sticking out in every different direction, his angular face and square jaw. His blue pale eyes and his rather short stature. He guessed that it did not matter what he looked like now- he was going to change very soon he could feel it.
It had been several more hours of waiting when the terrible sensations came. He sat there naked for hours, thinking that maybe, just maybe they had been wrong about the turning and he would go free. That, he realized, was nothing more than a fantasy as he began to feel a dramatic pain in his stomach that spread through his body. His skin itched and he had a very dull pain on his face and just above his rump. He yelled and groaned as he bent over- the pain being too much for him. He spasmed and gasped, quickly laying on his back as he felt his nose and mouth push forward from his skull. He felt bones crack and break, quickly moving and mending themselves as several patches of orange began to appear on his burning skin. He coughed up blood as he spasmed more and more, his nose and mouth and teeth changing all at the same time, his nose becoming small and black, his teeth growing father apart and sharper and his face pushing forward still. His ears moved more to the sides of his head as they grew and flopped over like dog ears, becoming coated in black fur. His coccyx grew, the skin stretching along with it as it made a long thin tail form at the base of his spine- his fingernails and toenails growing larger and sharper as well as black as pink puffy pads grew on the underside of each hand and foot. White fur had spread across his small frame, black spots already beginning to dot his back and stomach, spreading farther and farther as his own hand and feet fur became completely black to the knees and elbows. finally after a few hours of severe pain and feelings of helplessness the worst had now passed. Laying on the floor was a small Dalmatian boy, his white fur and black spots glowing brightly under the white light.
The Newly turned dog boy stood from the fetal position he had gone into after several hours of harsh body shifting. He slowly but carefully stood, getting used to his new legs and arms quickly, looking directly at the black windows to see his reflection. What he saw was a humanoid dog boy with a beautiful white spotted coat with black fur on his upper arms, legs and ears. The black fur reached his upper thighs like stockings. His skinny frame had been replaced with a slightly less skinny one, his stomach pushing out a bit more than before, yet much more muscular. His canine face smiled back at him as he touched and rubbed it, squeezing his own floppy cute ears as he explored his body. And yet there was one thing that he could not keep his attention away from. He looked down to meet the erection that stood proudly at 9 inches long and 3 inches thick- pulsing and dripping with pre-cum.
Immediately the boy gripped his new paw around the shaft, sitting down and laying back as he pumped his cock, massaging and squeezing it, toying with the head and pulling on his own now fuzzy testicles. Almost instinctively he began to move his fingers down to his asshole, pushing two inside without any fear of hurting himself. Instead his fingers slid inside the warm tight hole easily, a loud and long open mouthed moan escaping him as he toyed with his new asshole waves of pleasure shooting through him like lightning. His tongue lay out of his maw, panting and groaning as he drooled onto his own fur- his other paw now picking up the pace as he furiously pawed himself- roughly abusing his new asshole at the same time with his two fingers. He was close, he could feel the familiar tingle and had no moment to lose. With a yip, he threw his legs over his head and inserted his cock into his own mouth with ease- bobbing his head over the delicious shaft for a few seconds before exploding into his own mouth- rope upon rope of deliciously salty goodness hitting his tongue- gladly swallowing every drop. He noticed that this batch of naughty juice was the first meal he had had all day, and did not regret it one bit. He gulped down the final spurts of his load and lay on his back, panting and drooling absentmindedly. He knew he was being watched while he pleasured himself. He even took joy in it. As he heard the door behind him open he thought seriously of becoming and exhibitionist, going naked and fucking in public. Immediately he was bound and gagged once more- this time a ball gag placed into his mouth- which he found very erotic, quickly making him hard once more. Unfortunately it would have to wait as he was dragged into the unknown.
What felt like an hour later, the boy was forced to sit on a chair- the cool metal sending shivers through his spine, making his fur stand. He felt the gag be removed, which dissapointed him as well as relieved him. He stretched and moved his jaw- getting a feel for it as someone removed his blindfold. He saw that he was in a small interrogation room, grey and dirty with a metal desk and chairs in the middle. Across from him sat a well dressed woman, in her forties or so, rummaging through a file, before looking up at him. She could sense the disgust she felt.
"Jacob Mathews?", asked the woman in a slightly annoyed tone.
Jacob nodded- it had been a while since someone had called him by his name. Usually it was boy, or sir, or dog- since he turned.
"Now that your transformation is complete we have no jurestriction as per the legal contract that your parents signed. They have agreed to let you be passed on to another set of guardians like...", she paused for a moment, looking at the file and then back at him,"...like yourself. You will spend the remainder of your transformation with then until such time that a cure is found, until then , they will be your foster parents? Understood?" she asked- quick and decisive- baerly waiting for his answer as he produced a weak and scratchy, "y-yes.." from his muzzle before standing up and leaving the room- the boy immediately being gagged, bagged, tagged and dragged away.