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Fynn briefly shows Ryker the recreational wing of Homestead. However, with Ryker's fur growing in so fast, he nearly passes out from the added warmth and coziness of his new coat.
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As we returned to the Great Hall, Fynn led me to the final set of doors. Like the rest, these were hefty double doors. The recreational wing was an extension of the Great Hall. More modern and trendy furniture littered the floor. The main room was huge with doors leading into labs and conference rooms on nearly every wall. The hub itself was fairly quiet. Most people seemed to keep to themselves or group up in tight huddles.
I couldn’t easily spot any of the observation windows that the other wings had in spades. Fynn caught me looking around.
“The scientists and doctors don’t observe any of us on this side of the main hall. They’re nice enough to let us have private spaces.” He frowned. “It’s one of the few places where we can truly unwind.” I tilted my head. “If they gave us no privacy, then we’d be little more than slaves, right?” The mood turned sour. I nodded slowly, trying to understand the implication he was making.
“What about the computer labs?” I pointed to a few of the labeled doors marked: COMPUTER LAB __.
“The computers are monitored like the ones back in grade school, but the studios and other rec rooms are really cool!” His tail began to swish, “Like the giant commercial grade kitchen with a fully stocked pantry!” I cracked a small smile.
“There’s also a handful of giant science labs that the staff tend to use for their lectures, especially the biology ones.” He pulled a pose, letting his outfit accentuate the lean muscles of his furry body.
I laughed. “What about the conference rooms?”
“The conference rooms are on a reservation system, so you have to sign up ahead of time. They all have a little terminal next to their doors showing the room’s schedule for that day. You can always reserve a room at its terminal, but it’s easier to just do it remotely on our VitaWatches.” He raised his fist into the air, revealing a similar watch to the one that now lived on my wrist. “You just have to do some menu-ing in the app, but you get used to it.”
He sat down on a nearby bench. “Some of the studios like the woodshop need specific clothes or uniforms for folks to even use the studio. You straight up have to wear a hazmat suit to get into woodshop and welding. If you want to do any of that, you’ll need to request the suit from our tailor, Fabito. Intramorph only lets us have three custom outfits for free before we have to start paying out of pocket from the cash they’ve given us for participating.” He gestured to his large forearms and tail, “we don’t exactly have off the rack bodies.” I continued to nod along.
“That kinda sucks…” I replied. If that was the case, I’d have to do laundry, like, every other day. That did NOT sound like a good time. “How much do individual items cost?”
“Well…” he scratched the back of his neck, “it depends on what you want. Underwear or shorts tend to be less than 20 bucks, but shirts start at 50 bucks and pants start at 60. Not to mention, a full suit or formal wear-which we HAVE to have are multiple thousands of dollars. So I recommend that one of your three outfits is that suit. Luckily the three outfits have no constraints besides your imagination, so go wild!” He paused a moment, “Have you noticed how everyone here has wildly different outfits, full of detail and stuff?” He pointed to the studs in his ears. “They even do piercings!”
I smiled and rubbed at the slightly longer fur growing all over my body. The recreational wing was so cozy, and my fur made me feel so warm, like I was wrapped in a nice, soft blanket.
I yawned, fatigue gripping my eyelids. “Hey, Fynn?” He turned toward me. “Can we *yawn* head back to my *yawn* room?”
He smiled, “sure, man. I guess it’s time for a little cat nap?” He chuckled. I smiled as I yawned again. “Man, your changes are coming along FAST! Here,” He wrapped one of his arms under my shoulder as I leaned into him. My eyes clothed as he basically carried me towards my room. Before I lost consciousness, I could smell his scent. I didn’t think much of it as my mind drifted into sleep.
Even through my near unconscious state, his scent stuck in my mind. He smelled earthy like dirt but with just a hint of fresh pine needles. It reminded me of my grandparents home in the flat irons of the Rocky Mountains. The large pine tree always overpowered their crab apple trees. A smile crept on my face as I clutched my shirt.
They had an old clothes line too. Anything that got to dry out there came back, smelling like the evergreen forests near their home. My head drooped as sleep finally took hold.
I had a dream. I was running through a forest on all fours, fully transformed. There was a scent in the wind, home. It was my pack! My new family. No matter how hard I ran, I could never catch up to them, always out of sight and just out of reach.
There was something else, something unnatural. It was a manmade structure, but it was hazy, like a photo that was out of focus. I squinted hard, changing course as I ran toward the structure.
Just as I reached the threshold, everything cut to black and I was left floating before landing hard on the floor of somewhere new.
I was at my parents’ place. They looked at me with half smiles. I could tell that they were happy, a smell rather than a genuine face. I could tell that they recognized me, but something stopped them from making the whole connection between who I was and what I had become. We were in my parents bedroom, and I was curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed like a loyal family pet.
I stood to my full height, looming over them. There eyes grew sad and turned to the figure lying in bed. There was something off about the room. The happiness faded and certain items were out of place. Some objects appeared hazy, like the building had earlier. I couldn’t tell what they were, but they just looked…wrong.
My massive paws reached toward the figure in the bed, only to phase through them like a ghost. Everything evaporated away as if it were made of smoke.
I was awake again. My room seemed darker than it was this morning. I blinked, rubbing my temples and pulling my eyes further open. I suddenly sat alert and checked my VitaWatch: 5 PM. Suddenly I heard a knock coming from the other side of my door, followed by a low howl. The dream began to fade as anxiety gripped me. I had slept through our meet up time with Asher and Cayden! I jumped out of bed, landing on the balls of my feet. I quickly ran to the half bath and cleaned myself up a bit. I combed through the fur on my cheeks as I gazed into the mirror.
To my shock I had grown a few inches taller and…maybe a little bit broader? The darkness did little to answer my questions. I continued to feel my face. I felt my nose. It was wet! My head and lower back ached, a dull pain like I had worked out the day before. My ears seemed pointier and a little higher up on my head. The fur that encased my body looked even shaggier than before, fur sticking out in every direction like a bad case of bed head.
I realized that I hadn’t gone down to a flat-footed stance. I looked down at my feet. They didn’t seem to different on the outside, but I could tell that the bone was no longer designed to be flat footed anymore. No more shoes, I guess.
I was broken out of my trance by another howl from my door. I padded to the door and opened it. Fynn stood on the other side, about to howl again.
“Awoo-Oh! You’re up!” His tail started wagging. “Sorry you missed the hangout time. I tried getting you up, but you were just so zonked out! I could hear you snoring through the door!” If I could still visibly blush I would. “Your fur is really growing in! You’re changing so fast!” He looked me up and down. “I see you don’t really need shoes anymore already! Have your pads started growing in?” I offered him into my room and sat on the bed. I lifted up my leg so he could get a good look at my developing paws.
“Doesn’t look like it…” he grabbed my foot to look at it more closely. “Eh, maybe? They look more like callouses right now…” He turned to see the side of my foot. “Your pinky toe is starting to disappear and the paw shape is starting to form. He let go of my foot and looked up to my face. “How’s your sense of smell? I can see that your nose is different.” He tapped at his own wet nose.
I sniffed the air. I could clearly smell Fynn’s scent. I recalled his scent from when I passed out. “I can smell you.”
“And what do I smell like?” He flashed me his grin. I smiled.
“It smells earthy, like dirt.” I sniffed again. “But there’s also an undertone of fresh pine needles…and yeast?”
He grinned wider. “Right on! There’s a little bit more dimension than that, but it’s great to see you connecting with your senses.” He scratched at his head, “I have a passion for baking.” He paused, sniffing the air between us. “I can smell your developing scent.” He sniffed again. “You smell like pine needles with a salty undertone and a wet, almost swampy smell underneath all of that.”
“Really?” I raised a brow.
“No,” He paused, “It’s complicated. Your scent is still developing. It’ll be more…you once you settle into a normal routine.” He pointed to my slightly altered ears, “What about your hearing?”
I closed my eyes and focused on my pointy ears. I could hear his paw brushing up against my fur. It was more nuanced than I expected, like an ASMR video.
I snapped back to reality. Fynn’s tail was sweeping the floor, “Oh! I completely forgot why I came here.” He pulled a paper out of his pocket. “One, it’s dinner time, and two, right after that is the new subject meet and greet.” He handed me the flier. I looked it over. It was a pretty basic poster advertising the meet and greet. I imagined it being posted on every door like a missing person poster.
“Cool,” My stomach gurgled. “I think I’m ready for dinner!”
Fynn grinned. “Alright, I’ll meet you in the cafeteria and let you have some time to get ready.”
I nodded and waved to him as he left my room. I looked around and realized that I didn’t bring my hamper from home. Shit. I needed to figure that out sooner than later.
Deeming myself ready, I opened my door and looked down the hallway. The security guard was gone, but the hallway was still devoid of life. My stomach gurgled again as I looked back at the vending machine. I might not have enough time to eat a filling meal, so another Fill ‘n Grow bar might be worth it.
I trotted over to the machine and got myself another Fill ‘n Grow bar. I shoved it in my pocket and rushed down the stairs.
Once in the cafeteria, I noticed that there were even more people in here than lunch. The line was way longer. It took a while, but I got to the terminal and selected beef with gravy and mashed potatoes and three more cups of water*. I decided to stay near the pie rack. After a short wait, my watch beeped, and I grabbed my food. I trotted over to the table and sat across from Fynn again. He was nearly done with his own food. At that, so were Asher and Cayden. I waved hi and dove right into my food.
I heard Asher and Fynn talking about why I missed the hangout. “I don’t know, his body is changing extremely quickly for a wolf, and wolves already change pretty quickly.”
“But why did he just pass out?”
“I think it’s because his fur grew in so quickly. That sudden change in temperature isn’t going to mesh well with more human anatomy.” He stole a glance at my wolfish form. “He looked like he was curled up in an imaginary blanket. You know that perfect kind of sleep inducing coziness?”
“Yeah, but he slept that deeply?”
I had finished my food. I practically inhaled it and still had a half cup of water left. I chugged it and entered into the conversation. “I’ve always been a deep sleeper…. I also had a vivid dream. It’s hard to remember, but it was…weird.” I shuddered, “I remember waking up to hearing Fynn howling in front of my door!” I flashed a smile.
Asher nodded. I looked over to Cayden. I could see the goosebumps that showed his fur starting to sprout. “What did you think of the facilities here?”
He looked up at me, having zoned out of the conversation between Fynn and Asher. “Huh? Oh, they were nice. I liked the rec room most. I want to see the arts and crafts room. I want to learn how to sew and stuff.” His eyes lit up a bit. I could’ve sworn that they looked a little more of a bright blue than the green eyes he currently had.
My stomach quietly gurgled, so I pulled out my Fill ‘n Grow bar. No one seemed to notice despite the crackle of the wrapper. I picked up my tray and walked over to get them washed. On the walk I scarfed down the bar. Immediately I felt fuller and my face and lower back seemed to ache a little more. I regrouped with everyone just in time for a ding to play.
Fynn’s ears perked up as he cut off the conversation he was having with Asher. “Ryker,” he got up from his seat, “that was the bell to tell us that it’s time for the new subject meet and greet.”
Suddenly I felt my heart drop as I became EXTREMELY aware of the fact that I looked like I was a week and a half into my transformation after a single day. I felt the fur on the back of my neck stand on end.
“You okay, Ryker?” He placed a hand on my shoulder. Immediately, my fur fell back down, and I felt calmer.
“Yeah,” I took a deep breath. “I must seem like a freak compared to the other subjects. Just compared to Cayden, I’m so much farther along than I should be.”
He put his other hand on my other shoulder. “You are NOT a freak. It just means that your body is taking to the serum better than most of us here. You’re cool!”
I felt myself calm down even more. I nodded, “right, thanks, Fynn. I needed that.” I looked up at him and smiled.
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Chapter 5: Rec Room and Naps
Written by: Ryker-Wolf
As we returned to the Great Hall, Fynn led me to the final set of doors. Like the rest, these were hefty double doors. The recreational wing was an extension of the Great Hall. More modern and trendy furniture littered the floor. The main room was huge with doors leading into labs and conference rooms on nearly every wall. The hub itself was fairly quiet. Most people seemed to keep to themselves or group up in tight huddles.
I couldn’t easily spot any of the observation windows that the other wings had in spades. Fynn caught me looking around.
“The scientists and doctors don’t observe any of us on this side of the main hall. They’re nice enough to let us have private spaces.” He frowned. “It’s one of the few places where we can truly unwind.” I tilted my head. “If they gave us no privacy, then we’d be little more than slaves, right?” The mood turned sour. I nodded slowly, trying to understand the implication he was making.
“What about the computer labs?” I pointed to a few of the labeled doors marked: COMPUTER LAB __.
“The computers are monitored like the ones back in grade school, but the studios and other rec rooms are really cool!” His tail began to swish, “Like the giant commercial grade kitchen with a fully stocked pantry!” I cracked a small smile.
“There’s also a handful of giant science labs that the staff tend to use for their lectures, especially the biology ones.” He pulled a pose, letting his outfit accentuate the lean muscles of his furry body.
I laughed. “What about the conference rooms?”
“The conference rooms are on a reservation system, so you have to sign up ahead of time. They all have a little terminal next to their doors showing the room’s schedule for that day. You can always reserve a room at its terminal, but it’s easier to just do it remotely on our VitaWatches.” He raised his fist into the air, revealing a similar watch to the one that now lived on my wrist. “You just have to do some menu-ing in the app, but you get used to it.”
He sat down on a nearby bench. “Some of the studios like the woodshop need specific clothes or uniforms for folks to even use the studio. You straight up have to wear a hazmat suit to get into woodshop and welding. If you want to do any of that, you’ll need to request the suit from our tailor, Fabito. Intramorph only lets us have three custom outfits for free before we have to start paying out of pocket from the cash they’ve given us for participating.” He gestured to his large forearms and tail, “we don’t exactly have off the rack bodies.” I continued to nod along.
“That kinda sucks…” I replied. If that was the case, I’d have to do laundry, like, every other day. That did NOT sound like a good time. “How much do individual items cost?”
“Well…” he scratched the back of his neck, “it depends on what you want. Underwear or shorts tend to be less than 20 bucks, but shirts start at 50 bucks and pants start at 60. Not to mention, a full suit or formal wear-which we HAVE to have are multiple thousands of dollars. So I recommend that one of your three outfits is that suit. Luckily the three outfits have no constraints besides your imagination, so go wild!” He paused a moment, “Have you noticed how everyone here has wildly different outfits, full of detail and stuff?” He pointed to the studs in his ears. “They even do piercings!”
I smiled and rubbed at the slightly longer fur growing all over my body. The recreational wing was so cozy, and my fur made me feel so warm, like I was wrapped in a nice, soft blanket.
I yawned, fatigue gripping my eyelids. “Hey, Fynn?” He turned toward me. “Can we *yawn* head back to my *yawn* room?”
He smiled, “sure, man. I guess it’s time for a little cat nap?” He chuckled. I smiled as I yawned again. “Man, your changes are coming along FAST! Here,” He wrapped one of his arms under my shoulder as I leaned into him. My eyes clothed as he basically carried me towards my room. Before I lost consciousness, I could smell his scent. I didn’t think much of it as my mind drifted into sleep.
Even through my near unconscious state, his scent stuck in my mind. He smelled earthy like dirt but with just a hint of fresh pine needles. It reminded me of my grandparents home in the flat irons of the Rocky Mountains. The large pine tree always overpowered their crab apple trees. A smile crept on my face as I clutched my shirt.
They had an old clothes line too. Anything that got to dry out there came back, smelling like the evergreen forests near their home. My head drooped as sleep finally took hold.
I had a dream. I was running through a forest on all fours, fully transformed. There was a scent in the wind, home. It was my pack! My new family. No matter how hard I ran, I could never catch up to them, always out of sight and just out of reach.
There was something else, something unnatural. It was a manmade structure, but it was hazy, like a photo that was out of focus. I squinted hard, changing course as I ran toward the structure.
Just as I reached the threshold, everything cut to black and I was left floating before landing hard on the floor of somewhere new.
I was at my parents’ place. They looked at me with half smiles. I could tell that they were happy, a smell rather than a genuine face. I could tell that they recognized me, but something stopped them from making the whole connection between who I was and what I had become. We were in my parents bedroom, and I was curled up on the floor at the foot of the bed like a loyal family pet.
I stood to my full height, looming over them. There eyes grew sad and turned to the figure lying in bed. There was something off about the room. The happiness faded and certain items were out of place. Some objects appeared hazy, like the building had earlier. I couldn’t tell what they were, but they just looked…wrong.
My massive paws reached toward the figure in the bed, only to phase through them like a ghost. Everything evaporated away as if it were made of smoke.
I was awake again. My room seemed darker than it was this morning. I blinked, rubbing my temples and pulling my eyes further open. I suddenly sat alert and checked my VitaWatch: 5 PM. Suddenly I heard a knock coming from the other side of my door, followed by a low howl. The dream began to fade as anxiety gripped me. I had slept through our meet up time with Asher and Cayden! I jumped out of bed, landing on the balls of my feet. I quickly ran to the half bath and cleaned myself up a bit. I combed through the fur on my cheeks as I gazed into the mirror.
To my shock I had grown a few inches taller and…maybe a little bit broader? The darkness did little to answer my questions. I continued to feel my face. I felt my nose. It was wet! My head and lower back ached, a dull pain like I had worked out the day before. My ears seemed pointier and a little higher up on my head. The fur that encased my body looked even shaggier than before, fur sticking out in every direction like a bad case of bed head.
I realized that I hadn’t gone down to a flat-footed stance. I looked down at my feet. They didn’t seem to different on the outside, but I could tell that the bone was no longer designed to be flat footed anymore. No more shoes, I guess.
I was broken out of my trance by another howl from my door. I padded to the door and opened it. Fynn stood on the other side, about to howl again.
“Awoo-Oh! You’re up!” His tail started wagging. “Sorry you missed the hangout time. I tried getting you up, but you were just so zonked out! I could hear you snoring through the door!” If I could still visibly blush I would. “Your fur is really growing in! You’re changing so fast!” He looked me up and down. “I see you don’t really need shoes anymore already! Have your pads started growing in?” I offered him into my room and sat on the bed. I lifted up my leg so he could get a good look at my developing paws.
“Doesn’t look like it…” he grabbed my foot to look at it more closely. “Eh, maybe? They look more like callouses right now…” He turned to see the side of my foot. “Your pinky toe is starting to disappear and the paw shape is starting to form. He let go of my foot and looked up to my face. “How’s your sense of smell? I can see that your nose is different.” He tapped at his own wet nose.
I sniffed the air. I could clearly smell Fynn’s scent. I recalled his scent from when I passed out. “I can smell you.”
“And what do I smell like?” He flashed me his grin. I smiled.
“It smells earthy, like dirt.” I sniffed again. “But there’s also an undertone of fresh pine needles…and yeast?”
He grinned wider. “Right on! There’s a little bit more dimension than that, but it’s great to see you connecting with your senses.” He scratched at his head, “I have a passion for baking.” He paused, sniffing the air between us. “I can smell your developing scent.” He sniffed again. “You smell like pine needles with a salty undertone and a wet, almost swampy smell underneath all of that.”
“Really?” I raised a brow.
“No,” He paused, “It’s complicated. Your scent is still developing. It’ll be more…you once you settle into a normal routine.” He pointed to my slightly altered ears, “What about your hearing?”
I closed my eyes and focused on my pointy ears. I could hear his paw brushing up against my fur. It was more nuanced than I expected, like an ASMR video.
I snapped back to reality. Fynn’s tail was sweeping the floor, “Oh! I completely forgot why I came here.” He pulled a paper out of his pocket. “One, it’s dinner time, and two, right after that is the new subject meet and greet.” He handed me the flier. I looked it over. It was a pretty basic poster advertising the meet and greet. I imagined it being posted on every door like a missing person poster.
“Cool,” My stomach gurgled. “I think I’m ready for dinner!”
Fynn grinned. “Alright, I’ll meet you in the cafeteria and let you have some time to get ready.”
I nodded and waved to him as he left my room. I looked around and realized that I didn’t bring my hamper from home. Shit. I needed to figure that out sooner than later.
Deeming myself ready, I opened my door and looked down the hallway. The security guard was gone, but the hallway was still devoid of life. My stomach gurgled again as I looked back at the vending machine. I might not have enough time to eat a filling meal, so another Fill ‘n Grow bar might be worth it.
I trotted over to the machine and got myself another Fill ‘n Grow bar. I shoved it in my pocket and rushed down the stairs.
Once in the cafeteria, I noticed that there were even more people in here than lunch. The line was way longer. It took a while, but I got to the terminal and selected beef with gravy and mashed potatoes and three more cups of water*. I decided to stay near the pie rack. After a short wait, my watch beeped, and I grabbed my food. I trotted over to the table and sat across from Fynn again. He was nearly done with his own food. At that, so were Asher and Cayden. I waved hi and dove right into my food.
I heard Asher and Fynn talking about why I missed the hangout. “I don’t know, his body is changing extremely quickly for a wolf, and wolves already change pretty quickly.”
“But why did he just pass out?”
“I think it’s because his fur grew in so quickly. That sudden change in temperature isn’t going to mesh well with more human anatomy.” He stole a glance at my wolfish form. “He looked like he was curled up in an imaginary blanket. You know that perfect kind of sleep inducing coziness?”
“Yeah, but he slept that deeply?”
I had finished my food. I practically inhaled it and still had a half cup of water left. I chugged it and entered into the conversation. “I’ve always been a deep sleeper…. I also had a vivid dream. It’s hard to remember, but it was…weird.” I shuddered, “I remember waking up to hearing Fynn howling in front of my door!” I flashed a smile.
Asher nodded. I looked over to Cayden. I could see the goosebumps that showed his fur starting to sprout. “What did you think of the facilities here?”
He looked up at me, having zoned out of the conversation between Fynn and Asher. “Huh? Oh, they were nice. I liked the rec room most. I want to see the arts and crafts room. I want to learn how to sew and stuff.” His eyes lit up a bit. I could’ve sworn that they looked a little more of a bright blue than the green eyes he currently had.
My stomach quietly gurgled, so I pulled out my Fill ‘n Grow bar. No one seemed to notice despite the crackle of the wrapper. I picked up my tray and walked over to get them washed. On the walk I scarfed down the bar. Immediately I felt fuller and my face and lower back seemed to ache a little more. I regrouped with everyone just in time for a ding to play.
Fynn’s ears perked up as he cut off the conversation he was having with Asher. “Ryker,” he got up from his seat, “that was the bell to tell us that it’s time for the new subject meet and greet.”
Suddenly I felt my heart drop as I became EXTREMELY aware of the fact that I looked like I was a week and a half into my transformation after a single day. I felt the fur on the back of my neck stand on end.
“You okay, Ryker?” He placed a hand on my shoulder. Immediately, my fur fell back down, and I felt calmer.
“Yeah,” I took a deep breath. “I must seem like a freak compared to the other subjects. Just compared to Cayden, I’m so much farther along than I should be.”
He put his other hand on my other shoulder. “You are NOT a freak. It just means that your body is taking to the serum better than most of us here. You’re cool!”
I felt myself calm down even more. I nodded, “right, thanks, Fynn. I needed that.” I looked up at him and smiled.
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