# JakeFox1

Author: KevinFoxboy
Tags: Fantasy, Fox, Foxboy, Series, Transformation

#3 of BSI

Jake Halloran goes furry at Biological Synthetics Labs

 Jake the Fox  
  
My name's Jake. It used to be Jake Halloran, but now I'm not  
sure. The humans don't want me using my old name, they say Halloran  
died when I came about. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, but  
stick with me.  
  
I know a lot about how humans think. I used to be one.  
  
Last year, Jake Halloran was just a nerdy seventeen-year old.  
Okay, a \*rich\* nerdy kid, just entering Halloran High School. Yeah, I  
know ... Dad gave 'em some big endowment so they named the frakkin'  
school after him. Can you imagine how popular I was with that name?  
  
I needed to get away from the school, away from Dad, away from  
life. I wanted to keep the money, just not the hassles. I took a break  
from looking up porn on the Internet (you thought guys just use it for  
email and Facebook?) since nobody Friended me or followed my Twitter  
(not enough Twits, I guess). So I was Googling around and found this  
weird site somehow -- [http://www.BioSyn.cq](http://www.BioSyn.cq)  
  
Now, Dad owns some fiber-optic ISP or some BS so I know about  
the Internet's Domain Naming System. See, there's 13 root servers your  
browser (IE, Mozilla, Firefox, or whatever Apple uses) knows about, it  
asks the nearest one who to ask to find the Top-Level Domain cq. That  
one tells where cq is, the browser asks cq where BioSyn is, then their  
DNS server says where www is inside BioSyn, inside cq.  
  

  All that takes place while you just see an hourglass cursor  
before the web page loads. Don't tell me there is no such cq, I found  
it and Biological Synthetics Incorporated, 'The world's premier company  
in the field of Recombinant DNA products'.  
  
That means they play God and make animals that never existed.  
  
BioSyn makes medical fluids -- blood plasma and insulin; bone,  
blood platelets, red and white cells; stomachs, lungs and intestines;  
hearts, nerves, and brains. They're mass-produced, cheaper than  
transplants, and no rejection or waiting lists. That kills black-  
market traffic in organs and blood.  
  
Biosyn also makes whole bodies, but they can't look like people  
-- too creepy. So they mix animal DNA in and make laborers and guards;  
then make 'em smarter and make clerks, orderlies and janitors. Now they  
make servants and pleasure slaves. That's right, some rich a-hole gets  
around the law and owns someone who looks like an animal but talks and  
walks upright. There's not enough poor people in the world to abuse,  
they have to make someone who has no civil rights!  
  

  OK, off the soapbox. I saw BioSyn makes organs, so I thought,  
I'm so nearsighted I can't see the 'E' on the chart, I can't hear past  
the ringing, I burned myself making hobby rockets. Dad's got money he  
can't even count, I dunno where he gets it, but I can use it. So I  
filled in the online form and made an appointment. Then I flew to Butte  
Montana, their only US factory and medical center.  
  
They checked me up and down, then checked my bank accounts up  
and down. Then some really hot babe squeezed into a nurse uniform and  
gave me some forms which read like IRS regulations and said I knew it  
was untested surgery and I couldn't sue BioSyn if I didn't like the  
result.  
  
Yeah, I know -- if it sounds too good to be true, it is.  
  
But I signed up for new ears, to start. The surgery was the  
next day and went fine. I woke up with no ringing, no Superman hearing,  
just clear and I could hear the doc talking in the hall if I tried. It  
was great! They told me to get a hotel nearby, they couldn't put me up  
there. They gave me a beeper and said call if I had problems.  
  

  Help, I hear too much and I can't get up.  
  
A few days later, no problems. Showers went OK, I could hear  
fine, no pain; but airplanes going overhead were a bit of a problem.  
Nothing I couldn't handle. Why were my new ears so hairy and shaped  
funny, docs saw the new Star Trek movie and liked Vulcans?  
  
I liked the ears, so I went back to BioSyn and got new eyes.  
More 'I know it's risky' forms. More tests, more untested surgery. I  
woke up and saw the busty babe nurse. No contacts! My own new eyes!  
The docs said they would work up close, far away or in between but  
were a little slower at changing. Also I needed sunglasses to protect  
them since they worked better in low light than human eyes.  
  
Still no problems two weeks later. Hearing and sight, better  
than human but not oversensitive. Then I went online again, Googled  
around, passed up the porn but found a website 'dedicated to furry  
women in bondage'. I'm a guy with, uh, needs, so I figured, okay,  
women in bondage. But 'furry'?  
  
Animals who look like people, walk upright and talk. Or is  
it people who have fur and look like animals? I was eighteen now and  
didn't have to lie to get in sites. Wow! There're actually artists who  
draw awesomely busty women with animal bodies, tied up and helpless!  
I especially liked the fox women being spanked.  
  

  Okay, so I'm a pervert. But someone else drew the pics!  
  
People also write stories where, uh, animal-people have  
seemingly normal enough lives, except they include, um, playing with  
bondage and discipline. Some are light, just friends trying stuff out.  
They were just people, and no one bothered them or laughed at them for  
being different.  
  
Some stories are darker, like a story about World War Two Nazis  
invading Poland but using foxes and rabbits. Not your momma's fairy-  
tales, that one was tough to slog through. But I did, 'cause I liked  
the idea of people who were different just going along with life.  
  
It doesn't work out that smoothly in real life.  
  
My new eyes and ears worked out with no problems. I still had  
money from Dad so I said f- it, go all the way, get the burned skin  
replaced. BioSyn makes body organs, and skin is just one big organ,  
so no biggie. No Problemo, right?  
  
Remember the saying. Be Careful What You Wish For, You Just  
Might Get It. It started out OK but the fit hit the shan, if you know  
what I mean.  
  

  Third time at Biological Synthetics in Butte Montana USA. I  
filled in more IRS-ese forms and got the skin grafts. This was done in  
stages because skin is so big. It covers you all over, after all. First  
the right-hand side that got burned by hobby rocket fuel, the arm and  
leg. For some reason the new skin was itchy so they gave me some  
lotion.  
  
That was the beginning of the trouble, but I didn't catch on  
until it was too late. The new skin had different hair, thicker and ...  
brown. It looked a bit like ... fur! I thought I'd just read too much  
at that furry-bondage site, I was dreaming, just seeing things.  
  
Pay attention to first impressions, they're usually right.  
  
Okay, the first stage of skin grafts looked odd, but I went  
ahead anyway. Make it all look the same. I woke up the fourth time and  
they'd removed skin that wasn't damaged and put in the brown with a  
little red. They called it russet. The fifth time I had russet all  
over both arms, shoulders, back and chest, hips, legs, feet.  
  
Feet?! What was I gonna do with furry feet?! I'm not a frakkin'  
Hobbit! I looked in a mirror, my new eyes adjusting to the distance,  
and got po'ed. The Thorazine calmed me down. OK, back of hands furry,  
but fingers and palms human. Top and sides of feet furry, but toes and  
soles human. Socks still fit, shoes OK too but I had to lace them  
loose. I was in the BioSyn recovery room with just sheets hung up  
for privacy, but I had to look and see what else was still human.  
  

  Ladies, turn away now.  
  
I saw the russet fur by moving the gown. Now I picked the hem  
up past my hips to look ... my butt was furry! My crotch was still  
human, but the uh, guy parts looked ... bigger somehow. Well, I'd never  
had complaints from the young ladies, but this was OK too. At least I  
didn't have a russet tail!  
  
Not yet, anyway. I dropped the gown. Ladies, you can turn back.  
  
I was still royally ticked off. This was just a 'side effect'?!  
What the hell was in that skin lotion?! What was it ... FUR lotion?  
I'd thought the air-conditioning was too cool, with me just in a gown  
open in back, but the ... fur ... MY fur ... kept me warmer now. Did  
they have it cool to get me to accept the new skin and fur?  
  
And why russet? Why not new skin with my own skin and body hair  
color? Then I saw the IRS-ese forms I'd filled out earlier, maybe I'd  
been a bit dizzy from the ear and eye surgery. Because now I saw the  
second page I didn't remember. It said where BioSyn had gotten the DNA  
for my new ears, eyes and skin grafts. Recombinant DNA Level 4 Genera-  
tion 2 whole bodies. Not R2G2 whole organs, where I thought they'd get  
skin. R4G2 was a mix of human and animal DNA, that's why the ears and  
eyes worked better than human ones. And there were pictures ...  
  

  They had gotten ears, eyes and skin from an R4G2 ... fox!

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0PgwRm
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