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[b][u][center]Corrupted Morals

for Heru

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Carl ran his hand over the dog’s ears as he continued strapping it down on the table. It wasn’t so much because the dog was frightened then and there, but more in case the Dalmatian was frightened once the experiment started. The last thing he needed was to have Chance running around the lab with the conversion lasers firing at different targets than planned.

The dog turned to lick his hand, and the scientist chuckled to himself.

“Such a silly dog.”

Patting the Dalmatian once more, the human walked over to a console of dials, switches, and monitors. He ran his hand over it carefully, making sure to re-familiarize himself with all the various things there, before looking up at the dog again. Chance looked back with his tongue hanging out, a big doggy grin on his face, and Carl couldn’t help but chuckle.

[i]And to think, this never would have started without those government folks thinking people would want to marry their dogs if marriage equality passed.[/i]

In truth, he didn’t want that. Hell, he wouldn’t even fuck his dog in its feral form. But ever since that had become a public argument, he had wondered if it were possible to make it happen, just to screw with them. Carl had been on the track of humanizing various things, bringing them greater intelligence and introducing human elements - bipedal movement, hands capable of grasping things, etc. - with some of his inventions. All that he’d needed to do was incorporate it into a single device so it could happen all at once.

Of course, that hadn’t been easy, but nothing worth doing was easy. Carl had worked at the current device for nearly a year before he’d felt safe to test it on anything, and Chance...well, he hoped to heavens Chance would make it through. Hopefully changed, but at the very least, safe; the dog meant a lot to him.

He laid his hand on the activation lever, and then glanced up at the dog one more time. The Dalmatian panted happily on the table, and Carl knew that there was no way that the dog could know what was about to happen to him.

[i]Here’s hoping that you come out of this well…[/i]

“Alright, ready boy?”

“Bark!”

“Hehe, alright. Let’s give this a shot.”

And with that, he threw the lever back. The machine buzzed as it came to life, and Chance looked back over his shoulder towards the emitters pointed down at him. He whimpered, and Carl had to fight the temptation to go over to him and see if he could help. He knew he wouldn’t be able to, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t feel bad for the little guy.

The first of the emitters lit up with a bright green glow, which spread from the ceiling down towards the base of it. As the whole thing lit up, the buzzing got louder and louder, until Chance was squirming against the restraints. Carl bit his lip, shaking his head as he pulled down on one of the other levers, starting the other two emitters up.

As red and blue lights came on above the dog, the first emitter let loose. Chance yelped, bucking against the restraints, and to Carl’s shock, the first of them almost came loose. It held, but just barely, and the dog continued to thrash and pull against the belts that held him down against the table. It was amazing that the Dalmatian had that much strength.

Then again, as he looked closer, he shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, the big guy was getting bigger, with bulges of muscle beneath his hide getting thicker and easier to see. The dog’s flanks in particular were growing positively huge, including his thighs and his front legs to a lesser degree. Carl stared as the green light helped them grow, watching them turn from something small to something utterly immense for the dog’s size.

As the bulges grew, the red and blue beams flashed down. In rapid succession, different parts of the Dalmatian began to grow and expand, changing quickly from something feral to something much more human. The dog’s rump began to flare out, getting more in the way of ass cheeks rather than a simple backside, while the dog’s paws began to take on a more definite human more. Stumpy little digits pushed outwards, thinning down while retaining the fur, the claw still pointing out from the tip almost like a little nail.

Carl grinned as the Dalmatian continued to change, its neck shortening up until it was pulled near to its shoulders. The face, while keeping a muzzle, rounded out more, the top in particular getting bigger. From his earlier experiments and theories, it was making room for the growing brain inside, making sure that it would not be stifled in a too-tight skull.

As the face humanized, so too did the dog’s legs and feet. The paws flattened out, the toes becoming more of a tip of something rather than taking up the entirety of the paw itself. Rubbing his hands together, Carl pulled on one of the levers, starting a countdown to the shutdown process as he walked over to the bound canine.

The process continued even as the emitters started to cut down on the beams they were shooting out. The dog’s body lengthened, with the legs straightening out, with a longer thigh and a shorter calf and ankle. When the light faded, leaving a dog that had more of the body of a man behind, Carl slowly, hesitantly reached out and ran his hand down the Dalmatian’s side, giving him what he hoped was a comforting pet.

“Chance? Chance, are you okay?”

“Mmmph…”

“Chance?”

“Mmmph...m-master?”

[i]Okay, so he can talk. That’s a good start, that’s a very good start,[/i] he thought as he kept petting the dog.

“I guess I am, yeah.”

“Master…”

The dog pushed back against its restraints, and due to the sheer muscle mass that it had gained during the transformation, the belts finally broke off. Chance stayed on all fours, despite the fact that Carl was pretty sure that the dog could get up if he wanted. The scientist chuckled as the dog thrust his hips back, showing off his bigger, muscled ass cheeks, and then went a little red in the face as Chance lifted his tail up.

“Mmmm, master…”

Carl was taken in by the sight of that puckering hole, not to mention the rather large balls that hung down between the Dalmatian’s legs, as well. It seemed that the beams had been quite effective at enhancing more than just the muscle parts of the dog; everything was bigger and better than it had been just a few minutes ago.

“Master…”

“Yes?”

“Mmmm, could you...fuck me?”

[i]Heh, I guess it’ll be easier than I thought,[/i] the scientist thought with a small chuckle. He had been planning on trying out the Dalmatian’s body when he had finished converting it to a humanoid form, but he hadn’t thought that he’d be asked directly. Still, he put his hand against his chest, pulling a look of fake shock.

“What, with another species? I swear, you are immoral, Chance. I think you are trying to tempt me into terrible ways.”

“But...I need -”

“I was kidding. Besides, it should be fun.”

He smiled as he walked up to the foot of the experiment table, shaking his head with a small chuckle as the dog swayed his hips back and forth. He wondered if Chance had been this big of a tail raiser before his transformation, but he supposed that it didn’t matter that much if he was. Whatever the reason, it seemed that he had a very slutty Dalmatian on his hands now, and he had a few ideas of what he could do with that.

Pulling Chance back by his hips, he spread the ass cheeks apart to look at the hole between. It was just a bit puffy, having grown with the rest of the Dalmatian’s body, but not to the point of putting him off. He circled the rim with his finger as he leaned in, smiling at the soft scent of sweat back there. It was a hot, almost salty scent around the hole, but again, it was something that enticed him rather than put him off.

Leaning in, he gave it a lick, and then another as Chance moaned from the contact. He dragged his tongue from balls to tail each time, the bristling touch of the fur on his tongue only a slight distraction from the taste, which - he had to admit - was actually better than what he’d get from a normal human.

“Mmm, feels like you’re about ready for some fun.”

“Mmm, I am, master. Put it in me...please…”

He saw nothing wrong with that. Pulling himself up on the table, he grabbed the Dalmatian by the hips and lined his cock up. It was a hotter rump than usual, too, and as he pressed the tip of his cock to that puffy hole, he was surprised at how easily he slid in...not to mention how quickly it pushed Chance over the edge.

“Heh, all sorts of pent up, weren’t you?”

He reached around, feeling the slimy cum still dripping from the Dalmatian’s cock as he shook his head in amusement. It was always funny - and rather fun - to see someone getting so pent up and so eager to play like that. Still, the human wanted to get some pleasure for himself, and he started pulling back, dragging his cock out of the Dalmatian’s hole slowly but surely, feeling the dog tighten back up around his cock as he moved.

Going back until only the head of his cock was still inside of the experiment, Carl held himself there, feeling the squeezing around his cock head, before slamming back in, hard. The Dalmatian gasped, and then gasped again as Carl repeated the motion, thrusting back and forth hard and fast, making sure to take himself all the way up to the hilt with each motion. He moaned deeply, panting eagerly as he felt the dog’s hole squeezing around him.

“Mmm, that’s it...squeeze me...milk me...let me feel you…”

He panted as he leaned forward, humping against the dog again and again, his crotch slapping against the muscled ass cheeks with every forward slam, filling the air with the slap slap slap sound of rapid fucking. Carl panted, his tongue hanging out a bit as he dug his fingers into the dog’s ass, holding it tight as he fucked him.

Soon, he knew that he would no longer be able to hold back, and he pulled out, hot-dogging his cock between the Dalmatian’s ass cheeks.

“Heh, ready to be...be marked by master?”

“Yes! YES!”

“Here it comes!”

He came hard, spurting his load over the dog’s rump, the Dalmatian’s fur getting matted with his load...and even making the Dalmatian cum again. Carl chuckled, hearing it splatter down on the table, and shook his head.

[i]Looks like I got a slut on my hands...this’ll be fun.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]