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Mom walked around the side of the car. She saw that I was not getting out.
"I know this is scary," Mom said, "it's okay to be scared."
I had my legs up and was hugging my knees. I felt like I had gone back in time, and my mom was coercing me to go into the dentist. It was a fear of the unknown. It was scary because you had no way of knowing what came ahead.
She hugged me, and I slowly got out. When I set foot on the asphalt, and she let go of me, I felt a very unpleasant sensation.
It had popped out. Mom made a brief gasp, and then brought her hands to her face in disbelief.
I hung my head in shame, shaking more from the situation than from the snow falling around me.
"I'm sorry," mom whispered. "That... that's what happened in gym, wasn't it?"
I nodded as cold tears formed. Mom put her arm around me, and I felt as she pushed the thing back down into my shorts. I winced in pain, and realized that it had felt relieving for it to not be compressed.
"I'm sorry," she squeezed her arms around me tight, "just... just hold on. We're going to make all this one step at a time."
From the moment that I began walking with her, the cold wind biting at my face, it all felt like a blur. We walked into the building, and rather than being quiet like I had seen it before, there were a bunch of people walking around, talking loudly on their phones in frantic voices. We sat in the reception area, until finally, I saw my dad walk up. Or at least his shoes. I didn't want to make eye contact.
He hugged me tightly, and when I did look up, I found he was wearing a mask. Another employee with him was handing one to my mom.
"Matt....," he said, "pardon my language, but I royally f***d up all those years ago. Until we get all this figured out, I'm going to be with you as much as I can, and when I'm not, I'm going to be calling people, analyzing data, digging through fifteen year old files... anything I can to help."
"Okay," I squeaked out.
"You're going to have to stay here for a while," Dad said. "We don't know if the transmission virus is going to be infectious, so you need to be quarantined. It's going to suck. I lived through a virus when I was your age, and it wasn't fun either."
I nodded, and they began to lead me through the building. Employees gave a wide berth as they walked when they saw us. We went down hallways passed working areas, and finally turned round a corner and went through a door into a sparsely filled room.
The room was just a simple rectangle, with a cot on one side of a large divider. At the front of the room was a TV, that I recognized to be in a waiting room I'd seen before, where they do gene therapy stuff. It also came with an old Switch.
I walked in slowly, and sat down on the cot. I took a moment to unleash crying I'd been holding in.
"Cut out all the fluff," I said, "what's going to happen to me? What is happening to me?"
Dad knelt down to meet my eye level. "The cancer treatment was given in the form of a pacified virus. Like any virus, it duplicated, spreading around your body. Everywhere it went, it was engineered to deliver changes to your genes to fight the cancer. It was successful... but it seemed that in a way, it left a different cancer dormant. Now those dormant genes, for some reason, are developing, and causing changes in you."
I sobbed, stood up, and pulled out... it, to show how bad the changes had gotten.
My dad stared at the tail. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his pocketknife.
"Hold still," he said. He pulled on my pants, went at them with the knife, and after a bit of effort, he'd made a hole in the jeans. I cringed as I gripped the furry growth, and pulled it through the new hole.
"More of this is going to happen to me," I said, "....isn't it?"
My dad nodded with a very forced smile of reassurance. "Yes, but -"
"I'm...," I let out a wail. "I'm going to turn completely into a dog aren't I?"
Dad exhaled slowly. I looked at him, and then realized that I'd started panting, and quickly put a stop to that.
"I'll do all I can," Dad said. "But I don't know what will happen. There's the risk that if we're too hasty, the cancer from when you were little could resurface. But... be brave. And I know that these changes are really uncomfortable... but you don't have to feel embarrassed about them. Everyone here knows."
I groaned, and then allowed my tongue to loll out again.
"We really shouldn't have this many people in here," Dad said to Mom and the employee. "And I need to get working on this. You... you sadly aren't alone in here -"
"Leave me alone!"
That voice.
"Jackie?" I said in shock.
There was the sound of stuff shifting behind the divider, and....
It was Jackie. And she had a black dog snout. I resisted the urge to recoil in shock, but probably did that anyway. I also then realized that her ears were higher up on her head, and flopped down slightly, in a weird mix of human and dog.
"Jackie's Mom also worked here when all this happened," Dad said. "So she knows what -"
"No!" Jackie said, going back on the other side of the divider, "I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to look at anyone, and I don't want anyone to look at me!"
Dad ran his hand down his face till he pinched the bridge of his nose. He pointed at a very simple grey button plugged into an outlet that sat next to my cot.
"Press that if you need help. Any help. Food, painkillers, anything. Each day they'll also do a check up on you on things like blood pressure. If you need me specifically, call me."
"I'll try to visit you at least twice a day," Mom said. She was not able to force a smile.
"I love you Matt," Dad said, "remember, despite all these stupid mistakes I made that led to this, all of us are trying to help you."
They began turning to leave.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"What... what about... everyone else that got the... treatment?"
Now real pain came to his face. "I wish I could save all of them, and you, from whatever is happening. There's millions of children that needed the treatment. We don't know if every iteration of the treatment has these effects. All I know is... I'm glad that we were able to get you here before it got worse. Before... before you were the first the world was exposed to."
My mind suddenly had the realization of how much the news and everything would explode from this. How close I had been to having that focus be on me.
"Thank you," I said at a whisper.
Mom and Dad nodded with great pain in their eyes. They closed the door, and left me alone.
I slowly walked over to the cot, and fell on it.
Then I balled my eyes out.
=====
And now it's all out on the table. Now Matt isn't hiding any secrets - but he's now faced with the horrible uncertainty of what lies ahead. Maybe he should've just kept it to himself.
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"I know this is scary," Mom said, "it's okay to be scared."
I had my legs up and was hugging my knees. I felt like I had gone back in time, and my mom was coercing me to go into the dentist. It was a fear of the unknown. It was scary because you had no way of knowing what came ahead.
She hugged me, and I slowly got out. When I set foot on the asphalt, and she let go of me, I felt a very unpleasant sensation.
It had popped out. Mom made a brief gasp, and then brought her hands to her face in disbelief.
I hung my head in shame, shaking more from the situation than from the snow falling around me.
"I'm sorry," mom whispered. "That... that's what happened in gym, wasn't it?"
I nodded as cold tears formed. Mom put her arm around me, and I felt as she pushed the thing back down into my shorts. I winced in pain, and realized that it had felt relieving for it to not be compressed.
"I'm sorry," she squeezed her arms around me tight, "just... just hold on. We're going to make all this one step at a time."
From the moment that I began walking with her, the cold wind biting at my face, it all felt like a blur. We walked into the building, and rather than being quiet like I had seen it before, there were a bunch of people walking around, talking loudly on their phones in frantic voices. We sat in the reception area, until finally, I saw my dad walk up. Or at least his shoes. I didn't want to make eye contact.
He hugged me tightly, and when I did look up, I found he was wearing a mask. Another employee with him was handing one to my mom.
"Matt....," he said, "pardon my language, but I royally f***d up all those years ago. Until we get all this figured out, I'm going to be with you as much as I can, and when I'm not, I'm going to be calling people, analyzing data, digging through fifteen year old files... anything I can to help."
"Okay," I squeaked out.
"You're going to have to stay here for a while," Dad said. "We don't know if the transmission virus is going to be infectious, so you need to be quarantined. It's going to suck. I lived through a virus when I was your age, and it wasn't fun either."
I nodded, and they began to lead me through the building. Employees gave a wide berth as they walked when they saw us. We went down hallways passed working areas, and finally turned round a corner and went through a door into a sparsely filled room.
The room was just a simple rectangle, with a cot on one side of a large divider. At the front of the room was a TV, that I recognized to be in a waiting room I'd seen before, where they do gene therapy stuff. It also came with an old Switch.
I walked in slowly, and sat down on the cot. I took a moment to unleash crying I'd been holding in.
"Cut out all the fluff," I said, "what's going to happen to me? What is happening to me?"
Dad knelt down to meet my eye level. "The cancer treatment was given in the form of a pacified virus. Like any virus, it duplicated, spreading around your body. Everywhere it went, it was engineered to deliver changes to your genes to fight the cancer. It was successful... but it seemed that in a way, it left a different cancer dormant. Now those dormant genes, for some reason, are developing, and causing changes in you."
I sobbed, stood up, and pulled out... it, to show how bad the changes had gotten.
My dad stared at the tail. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out his pocketknife.
"Hold still," he said. He pulled on my pants, went at them with the knife, and after a bit of effort, he'd made a hole in the jeans. I cringed as I gripped the furry growth, and pulled it through the new hole.
"More of this is going to happen to me," I said, "....isn't it?"
My dad nodded with a very forced smile of reassurance. "Yes, but -"
"I'm...," I let out a wail. "I'm going to turn completely into a dog aren't I?"
Dad exhaled slowly. I looked at him, and then realized that I'd started panting, and quickly put a stop to that.
"I'll do all I can," Dad said. "But I don't know what will happen. There's the risk that if we're too hasty, the cancer from when you were little could resurface. But... be brave. And I know that these changes are really uncomfortable... but you don't have to feel embarrassed about them. Everyone here knows."
I groaned, and then allowed my tongue to loll out again.
"We really shouldn't have this many people in here," Dad said to Mom and the employee. "And I need to get working on this. You... you sadly aren't alone in here -"
"Leave me alone!"
That voice.
"Jackie?" I said in shock.
There was the sound of stuff shifting behind the divider, and....
It was Jackie. And she had a black dog snout. I resisted the urge to recoil in shock, but probably did that anyway. I also then realized that her ears were higher up on her head, and flopped down slightly, in a weird mix of human and dog.
"Jackie's Mom also worked here when all this happened," Dad said. "So she knows what -"
"No!" Jackie said, going back on the other side of the divider, "I don't want to talk to anyone, I don't want to look at anyone, and I don't want anyone to look at me!"
Dad ran his hand down his face till he pinched the bridge of his nose. He pointed at a very simple grey button plugged into an outlet that sat next to my cot.
"Press that if you need help. Any help. Food, painkillers, anything. Each day they'll also do a check up on you on things like blood pressure. If you need me specifically, call me."
"I'll try to visit you at least twice a day," Mom said. She was not able to force a smile.
"I love you Matt," Dad said, "remember, despite all these stupid mistakes I made that led to this, all of us are trying to help you."
They began turning to leave.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"What... what about... everyone else that got the... treatment?"
Now real pain came to his face. "I wish I could save all of them, and you, from whatever is happening. There's millions of children that needed the treatment. We don't know if every iteration of the treatment has these effects. All I know is... I'm glad that we were able to get you here before it got worse. Before... before you were the first the world was exposed to."
My mind suddenly had the realization of how much the news and everything would explode from this. How close I had been to having that focus be on me.
"Thank you," I said at a whisper.
Mom and Dad nodded with great pain in their eyes. They closed the door, and left me alone.
I slowly walked over to the cot, and fell on it.
Then I balled my eyes out.
=====
And now it's all out on the table. Now Matt isn't hiding any secrets - but he's now faced with the horrible uncertainty of what lies ahead. Maybe he should've just kept it to himself.
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43489512/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43533072/
First: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
Category Story / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
Size 120 x 80px
File Size 44.6 kB
I like the slow burn you've got going on here, and the longer chapter length works better than the shorter 2-3 page for what of earlier chapters.
I'm also going to mention that this chapter made me laugh so hard. Using a retrovirus to make holistic targeted sequence changes, using the tumor cells to reproduce and spread faster is precisely the brute-force approach I would expect of a desperate man strapped for time and funding. Very well done.
I'm also going to mention that this chapter made me laugh so hard. Using a retrovirus to make holistic targeted sequence changes, using the tumor cells to reproduce and spread faster is precisely the brute-force approach I would expect of a desperate man strapped for time and funding. Very well done.
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