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In sampling one of the little squares, however, I end up biting into something very hard. I make an exclamation about that, since I didn't even think that such would be possible, let alone in that squishy little lump of what tasted almost like potatoes. But when I reach into my mouth and grab at the hard thing I had bitten into, I find what looks to be a tooth. And after a second or two of pondering over this I notice that my own canine tooth, the one that had felt odd, has completely fallen out.

Great, this serum is starting to make my teeth fall out. And unfortunately unlike other things, if I do manage to find the cure, I highly doubt that it'll end up resulting in my not having had my tooth fall out. I'll always have to have a kind of prosthetic tooth or something. Is that perhaps another reason why all this stuff is mushy? That eventually I'm going to lose all my teeth and have to go with wearing dentures or something? Seeing me in shock while staring at my tooth Bob sighs and then walks over, filling the rest of my plate with food and puts it on a table then leads me over to the plate. He seems at least somewhat considerate in not just snagging the tooth from me and throwing it away. But after a minute of me just sitting in my table he does, however, grab it from me and place it onto the table next to the food and push the plate at me again.

I sigh myself and start working on eating, all the more conscious of whether any of the rest of my teeth feel tight or not. My canine teeth definitely do, both the ones on top and bottom but so far none of the others are having that problem. The food is a strange situation in itself. It seems like the squares are things that are like actual food but not, possibly flavored tofu for all that I can tell. The goopy things are actually more things to add flavor to the bland food squares. Like there's a green goopy thing that ends up tasting like ordinary mustard. Eventually I do manage to finish off my plate, though I am not at all pleased by my own situation and what it means. The loss of a tooth is probably the most final things that cement my situation. The rest could be attributed to maybe hallucinations or something, but that tooth won't be coming back into my mouth ever. Over the course of the meal my other upper canine tooth also fell out. I was trying not to aggravate it, but it fell out anyway.

Eventually I do manage to finish eating. Though I didn't have much of an appetite, or at least not what I thought I did end up devouring all my food. I'm guessing the serum must raise my metabolism up considerably, and no amount of melancholy can change the amount of nutrition that the body wants to deal with the situation going on inside it. I stand up and leave but before I get more than a couple of steps Bob barks at me and when I look over he's handing me my two fallen teeth. I accept them gingerly but I can't help but feel somewhat depressed at this moment. This time he does end up leading me to the entertainment area to sit and wait. I move and sit down in one of the chairs that are lying in the way and sure enough as I expected this place is full of secret compartments as well. But instead of whipping out a television or something he brings out what seems to be a treadmill.

And without much delay he proceeds to get on it and immediately start running on it. And given the rate at which his legs are moving he does certainly seem to be a fast little fucker. Though as I distract myself watching him just run on the treadmill I do reflect on the fact he probably would need to exercise a lot more than I would. Given a smaller stature his metabolism will likely be much higher than mine and with a body that would look more at ease on an athlete than a scientist there'd be all this pent up energy in just doing the experiments. And considering further the fact he actually ate about as much as I did he'd really need to work things off. It's quite possible that such things are somewhat therapeutic for him as well, a means to focus his mind on a task he can complete.

After what feels to be a very long time since I don't really have all that much to focus my own mind on beyond things concerning my ever changing body and the loss of a few more teeth. Though the denture question has sort of been resolved as well as possibly why it was that my canine teeth were the first to go. If I know anything about dogs it's that their canine teeth are their largest teeth in their heads and when I was probing around in my mouth with a finger I felt a somewhat tender and much harder spot where my old canine teeth were. So apparently my teeth are going to be falling out in much the way that children lose their baby teeth, as a means of making way for the new teeth. While reflecting on that there is a long, slow chime which causes Bob's ears to instantly perk up.

Bob immediately hops off the treadmill, the thing stopping itself immediately once the chain he had plugged into it comes free and after a few seconds it begins to go back into the hidden compartment from which it came. But his first destination is not to the door but to another part of the room where there seems to be a water cooler, which I suppose makes sense. Spend a half an hour or however the hell long we were here running and you probably would need a bit more water to replenish what was lost. Though I do have to wonder if he sweats or not. At any rate we do head back over to the lab. I note with a very concerned thought that my heels are starting to be a bit tender and don't like me walking on them nearly as much as normal.

We get back to the lab and head straight for the one that seemed to be where everything was set up and Bob immediately starts typing away at the computer, pulling up various prompts as he does so. At first he seems rather excited and enthusiastic but as he goes over the information, whatever it is his expression slowly starts to lose a lot of its luster and eventually goes into an expression of disappointment. Finally he sighs and his shoulders slouch and only then notices me and his ears perk around for a bit, a small yip coming from his mouth as if he got so wrapped up in reading the data that he had completely forgotten I was even here. He pushes a few more keys and brings up some information, a sort of spreadsheet like thing that's tracking something or other. All it really looks like is a line in a downward trend.

He points at the line then over to the main container of the serum and then at his arm. So the line represents the serum in the bloodstream. And over the course of the experiment over seventy-five percent of all the serum was removed. What all that means I can't really fathom. But if that were the case that three quarters of the stuff is removed then that would quadruple the amount of time I have left. Which is definitely very promising but I remember that he had been enthusiastic and then his expression had darkened, meaning that there is something in this information I am not seeing. He fiddles with the data a bit and shows me another line, one that is also going down and then points at his arm. I don't quite understand what it is that he's getting at and after struggling to come up with a decent explanation he bounds over to another machine and waves me over.

At first I think that he's going to have me look through the microscope that's nearby but there's a computer he wants me to look at instead. He brings up a picture of blood, to what purpose I cannot really say. But it must have some purpose to whatever explanation he's trying to convey. He pulls up a simple word document and types into it the word 'before.' He then goes about and pulls up a second image, also of blood but with a lot fewer cells and what looks to be a lot of debris or something it. He then goes into the document and types in 'after.' After a few seconds it dawns on me what he's trying to tell me. The altered serum, the one that we were testing was successful in removing a large majority of the serum and would effectively quadruple the time I have left. The cost of which, though, is that the new serum would also be killing my own cells as well and could quite possibly either kill me or make my ability to resist what's going on diminish to the extent to counteract any benefit from destroying some of the serum.

But overall still a good start. I have seen that we are able to at least diminish the effects of the serum if not completely stop it completely or reverse the effects. Now all we have to do is find a way to alter what we had in such a way that it does similar but without it potentially killing me in the process. Bob looks somewhat dejected at the results and closes his eyes for a bit and brings his hands up to his chest for a few deep breaths. He then clenches tightly for half a second while doing a quick exhale and small nod, apparently trying to psych himself back up again. He then bounds back towards the pedestal and waves me over. I shrug and start heading over there without too much complaint. We have one failure, only thing left to do is to simply try again until we find a solution that works. Though if only it were possible to run multiple experiments at the same time, perhaps use multiple labs if needed. It's not like there's a shortage of those and if all the equipment here is needed for these, it only stands to reason there should be another lab with most if not all of the equipment we'd need to run it again. But then again, the other labs might not have access to the base serum.

I remove my gown and step onto the pedestal again, though it almost feels as if this time it wasn't going down as fast as it had before. And once again all the instruments have come out and started examining me again. Having been through it once before I don't find it to be quite as much of a shock at it restraining my arms but that doesn't mean I have to particularly enjoy the fact that it's doing so. The bigger concern, however is just how much more my body has changed. Already all of the changes look to be easily twice as far along as before. I can already see some pointiness on my ears when its examining my head and my mouth seems to be somewhat longer. At the very least the profile of my head is no longer undeniably human, but rather looks almost like I'm wearing a mask or something. On top of that the vast majority of my hair has fallen out and I can no longer deny the fact that my body is becoming increasingly covered in what can only be called fur. My eyes have also started to change, both in color and shape. Though it is still somewhat subtle, my eyes have changed to be slightly more blue and when the light of the camera was looking at it I could see that my eyes were constricting a bit more horizontally than it did vertically.

And then we get to the appendage sticking out of my butt. Now already over five inches long with the tip covered in the white fur that sticks out a good inch and a half, making it almost look to be a half foot long tail. And what's worse is that in watching it I instinctively twitch in that area and can both feel and see the thing moving. I'm growing a fucking tail and my body is already starting to be able to move it around. What's also disconcerting is the display for my height and weight. Since being injected I've already lost about maybe five inches and quite a bit of weight on top of it. Just how fast does this serum work and how many more tests will I be able to have run before I'm too far along for it to do anything with.

As before it also takes some of my blood, needing fresh samples as well and then when it's all done I step off and put my gown on and follow Bob over to the first machine. On my way there I rub against the spot it drew blood from and note with quite a bit of concern just how soft it seems to be. My old hair is almost half fallen out already and though not really covering more than a fifth of my body thus far what fur I have is up to about an inch long and extremely soft and silky to the touch. When I reach the first machine instead of Bob just running the thing himself and getting everything ready like last time he pulls out the paper and hands it to me before yipping slightly having one arm open palmed at me and the other at the computer.