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I could smell that we were having tacos for dinner before I even left my room. I could pick out the smell of each specific ingredient, right down to the subtle smell of the tortillas. It was hard to admit at times that I actually really liked how good everything smelled.
My mood was immediately soured when Ashley's eyes beared down on me. I thought about ignoring it. But I was always a confrontational person.
"Well, staring works in place of a hello I guess."
Mom sighed as I sat down.
"It's going to be alright," Dad said to Ashley, "it'll just take getting used to."
"My brother," Ashley said stoically, "is a dog. My friend's brother came out as gay recently. Mine became a different species.”
I’m… still," I scowled, "a human being. Or at least, I still am Matt Hewitt. I'm still able to think and act the way I always have."
"Okay that's enough of that," Mom said, "both of you. Can we please talk about something else?"
"What is there to talk about?" I said as I assembled a taco. I added more meat than I usually did. It smelled amazing.
"You’re aware of the quarantine right?" Dad asked me.
"Yes," I huffed. "My friend Douglas told me. Along with the fact that he too contracted the virus."
"So I'm assuming then," Dad said, "that you plan on going to his house during the quarantine?"
“Yes.”
"Then you need to be extremely, extremely careful," Dad said. "We don't understand everything about how this exactly is causing the changes, and even though we're confident that it isn't respiratory - after all, we'd all be showing symptoms by now - we don't know everything with it. For now at least, bodily fluids, saliva and blood, and then genes are the only way we know it can be transmitted for now."
"Genes?" I asked, "Isn't it -"
"Yes," Dad said, "it's altering your genes from the saliva contact and such - but when I say it is transmitted by genes - from our analysis of you and Jackie, and your DNA - it is altered. That's one of the reasons why it will be difficult to find a cure - and why we are hesitant about doing so."
"Messing with genes you don't understand is dangerous," Mom said.
"Exactly," Dad agreed. "And so, when I say transmitting by genes, I mean... well, you'd pass it on."
I had a bit of food in my mouth, and for a brief moment it was caught in my throat before I painfully swallowed it. Jackie had envisioned this result. I had pushed it off as pessimism. But now... now I knew. Any children in my future... they were going to be like me.
"What then is really the point of even trying then," I said in frustration. "Why should you spend years of your life, maybe more than a decade trying to find a cure for this, only for me to have puppy children, that I'll then have to say 'I know that being like a dog is the only thing you understand but I'm going to force you to become human because dogs are lesser than us.'"
Dad's facial muscles looked tightened. "That... is an ethical dilemma."
"Are you really saying that you're going to marry a dog person?" Ashley asked incredulously.
"I don't know!" I said. "Right now I just want to curl up in a ball and forget that all of this happened, but I know that as time passes I'm going to just end up tolerating all this, and I'll still want to have a life."
"I am not,” Ashley declared, "going to have nieces and or nephews that are dogs."
"Oh woe is you," I said, "your life is so hard."
"Stop it," Mom said in a firm, but not loud voice. Everyone went still.
"We...," she inhaled deeply, "are all, very, very shaken by this. We aren't going to go at each other's throats. We aren't going to play a useless comparison game where we try to gauge who's had it worse. I'm not just talking about Matt when I say that we all need to support each other in this. I'm not going to sigh in relief that my son didn't become the family pet only to find that both of my children have spiraled into deep depression and refuse to communicate. I know you're both moody teenagers but please try to act mature."
Ashley's eyes were red. She looked away once I noticed.
"I'm sorry Mom," Ashley said.
"I'm sorry," I said in turn.
"Don't say sorry to me," Mom said.
Ashley turned to me, and hung her head. Though it kept her from having to look into my eyes, it did cause her to catch the site of paw-like hand.
"I know I look like I belong in Beauty and the Beast,” I said, "but I'm still your brother."
"Well," Ashley said, "better the beast from that movie... than some creepy wolfman from an old horror movie."
Slowly, we returned to eating. It was very awkward when Dad changed the topic to an interesting video that he'd seen lately, but at least it finally got everyone to focus on something else.
I was not completely free however. When trying to drink my glass of water, for some reason, it just... didn't feel natural. Mom stood up from the table.
"No, Mom -"
But she had noticed, and already gone to the cupboard. I winced as she set down a bowl of water on the table.
“No.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I guess that we could get you a cup with a straw. For now at least, when was the last time that you got a drink of water?"
I groaned, and leaned down above the bowl. I tested sticking my tongue into it. Tentatively, I tried scooping up some water into my mouth. Eventually I allowed myself to take advantage of my flatter, and more flexible tongue, and began truly lapping it up. As with all of this, it felt surprisingly natural.
This one was worse in a way though. It felt more natural than drinking from a cup. The changes I had already experienced were ones that added more to what I experienced - I smelled and heard better, I wagged my tail when I was happy, or I sometimes panted - but this was the first time one of my human behaviors had been entirely replaced.
When I finished, I had already agonizingly accepted that I was going to lap up my water from now on. I grabbed the glass that I had tried to drink out of earlier, and painfully dumped the water out of it into the sink.
Placing the glass in the dishwasher, I had an unfortunate glimpse of my face reflected in it. In a way, I felt less ashamed at my mutated appearance. No, what was literally causing my tail to go in-between my legs was the fact that my family had seen me reduced lower.
They’d seen me reduced to being an animal.
Sorry for the long delay. I thought I had accidentally deleted multiple chapters I had written, but I was able to recover them through great difficulty.
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43762752/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44653936/
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
My mood was immediately soured when Ashley's eyes beared down on me. I thought about ignoring it. But I was always a confrontational person.
"Well, staring works in place of a hello I guess."
Mom sighed as I sat down.
"It's going to be alright," Dad said to Ashley, "it'll just take getting used to."
"My brother," Ashley said stoically, "is a dog. My friend's brother came out as gay recently. Mine became a different species.”
I’m… still," I scowled, "a human being. Or at least, I still am Matt Hewitt. I'm still able to think and act the way I always have."
"Okay that's enough of that," Mom said, "both of you. Can we please talk about something else?"
"What is there to talk about?" I said as I assembled a taco. I added more meat than I usually did. It smelled amazing.
"You’re aware of the quarantine right?" Dad asked me.
"Yes," I huffed. "My friend Douglas told me. Along with the fact that he too contracted the virus."
"So I'm assuming then," Dad said, "that you plan on going to his house during the quarantine?"
“Yes.”
"Then you need to be extremely, extremely careful," Dad said. "We don't understand everything about how this exactly is causing the changes, and even though we're confident that it isn't respiratory - after all, we'd all be showing symptoms by now - we don't know everything with it. For now at least, bodily fluids, saliva and blood, and then genes are the only way we know it can be transmitted for now."
"Genes?" I asked, "Isn't it -"
"Yes," Dad said, "it's altering your genes from the saliva contact and such - but when I say it is transmitted by genes - from our analysis of you and Jackie, and your DNA - it is altered. That's one of the reasons why it will be difficult to find a cure - and why we are hesitant about doing so."
"Messing with genes you don't understand is dangerous," Mom said.
"Exactly," Dad agreed. "And so, when I say transmitting by genes, I mean... well, you'd pass it on."
I had a bit of food in my mouth, and for a brief moment it was caught in my throat before I painfully swallowed it. Jackie had envisioned this result. I had pushed it off as pessimism. But now... now I knew. Any children in my future... they were going to be like me.
"What then is really the point of even trying then," I said in frustration. "Why should you spend years of your life, maybe more than a decade trying to find a cure for this, only for me to have puppy children, that I'll then have to say 'I know that being like a dog is the only thing you understand but I'm going to force you to become human because dogs are lesser than us.'"
Dad's facial muscles looked tightened. "That... is an ethical dilemma."
"Are you really saying that you're going to marry a dog person?" Ashley asked incredulously.
"I don't know!" I said. "Right now I just want to curl up in a ball and forget that all of this happened, but I know that as time passes I'm going to just end up tolerating all this, and I'll still want to have a life."
"I am not,” Ashley declared, "going to have nieces and or nephews that are dogs."
"Oh woe is you," I said, "your life is so hard."
"Stop it," Mom said in a firm, but not loud voice. Everyone went still.
"We...," she inhaled deeply, "are all, very, very shaken by this. We aren't going to go at each other's throats. We aren't going to play a useless comparison game where we try to gauge who's had it worse. I'm not just talking about Matt when I say that we all need to support each other in this. I'm not going to sigh in relief that my son didn't become the family pet only to find that both of my children have spiraled into deep depression and refuse to communicate. I know you're both moody teenagers but please try to act mature."
Ashley's eyes were red. She looked away once I noticed.
"I'm sorry Mom," Ashley said.
"I'm sorry," I said in turn.
"Don't say sorry to me," Mom said.
Ashley turned to me, and hung her head. Though it kept her from having to look into my eyes, it did cause her to catch the site of paw-like hand.
"I know I look like I belong in Beauty and the Beast,” I said, "but I'm still your brother."
"Well," Ashley said, "better the beast from that movie... than some creepy wolfman from an old horror movie."
Slowly, we returned to eating. It was very awkward when Dad changed the topic to an interesting video that he'd seen lately, but at least it finally got everyone to focus on something else.
I was not completely free however. When trying to drink my glass of water, for some reason, it just... didn't feel natural. Mom stood up from the table.
"No, Mom -"
But she had noticed, and already gone to the cupboard. I winced as she set down a bowl of water on the table.
“No.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I guess that we could get you a cup with a straw. For now at least, when was the last time that you got a drink of water?"
I groaned, and leaned down above the bowl. I tested sticking my tongue into it. Tentatively, I tried scooping up some water into my mouth. Eventually I allowed myself to take advantage of my flatter, and more flexible tongue, and began truly lapping it up. As with all of this, it felt surprisingly natural.
This one was worse in a way though. It felt more natural than drinking from a cup. The changes I had already experienced were ones that added more to what I experienced - I smelled and heard better, I wagged my tail when I was happy, or I sometimes panted - but this was the first time one of my human behaviors had been entirely replaced.
When I finished, I had already agonizingly accepted that I was going to lap up my water from now on. I grabbed the glass that I had tried to drink out of earlier, and painfully dumped the water out of it into the sink.
Placing the glass in the dishwasher, I had an unfortunate glimpse of my face reflected in it. In a way, I felt less ashamed at my mutated appearance. No, what was literally causing my tail to go in-between my legs was the fact that my family had seen me reduced lower.
They’d seen me reduced to being an animal.
Sorry for the long delay. I thought I had accidentally deleted multiple chapters I had written, but I was able to recover them through great difficulty.
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43762752/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44653936/
First Part: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43399487/
Category Story / Transformation
Species Dog (Other)
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 49 kB
I honestly can't get enough of this story, everything fits together so well. The first-person view, the editing quality, and I especially love how it's become a post-transformation in these last couple of chapters. Honestly, if you want to write another 70 chapters 20 of which are entirely about how he found a career in singing I'd totally read and support your stories still! Keep up the pace that you're posting these stories at, and I'm sure you'll gain a lot of popularity very quickly! Honestly, there are so many good things I could say about you and this, but I don't want to get another cramp or bore you with my essay-length reviews.
Although I can't seem to shake the feeling that this is just a big political statement like sweet tooth was... Well, even if it is, I still love this too much not to read it!
Although I can't seem to shake the feeling that this is just a big political statement like sweet tooth was... Well, even if it is, I still love this too much not to read it!
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