And with a slip on the linoleum, he cracked his head on the metal rim of the large drain, falling down into the sewers with a loud SPLOOOOSH!! Lucky for him, or unlucky if you see it this way, he was alive. Bleeding from the gash on his head and knocked out cold, but alive. Laying in a pool of the throwaway experiments the company had dumped. His head swam. His body ached. His lungs burned for the vital oxygen he was being starved of as he lay in the contaminants, turning a deep red as his lifeblood flowed into the toxic mix. Although, against all odds and God himself, he was alive… clinging to the cliff of life by just his cock stuck in a crack, as he used his last vital pulse of energy to surface, his torso curling as he flipped out of the water onto his hands, laying on the concrete side as his body gave out under him. His skull bled as his body was wracked with a pain more powerful than the heat of a thousand suns, forcing him on all fours as he screamed for mercy. For help. For anything. He almost heard the cruel thought of “Where’s your God now!?” as he collapsed.

His body twisted and contorted as his structure started to rearrange, starting with his face as his nose pushed out. He squirmed in agony as his dreams spun, evil visions flew through his head as his muzzle took shape. His hands and feet started to swell and splay out as they fattened, his feet drawing out slowly as they cracked and popped, the sewers echoing with a sick melody of breaking bones and agonized whines. His body hair started to thicken as the mutagen spores made their way deeper into his body, causing his spine to shift further, a nub sliding out under the small of his back, a small tail sprouting itself as his form twisted. By now the changes had fully engulfed his body, his form starting to resemble a humanoid animal. His frame began to shrink, all sort of strange features forming on him. His hope seemed lost. His mind had given up fighting the changes, just waiting for his inevitable death. The last thing he thought he heard before he went out again was what he thought were hushed voices and quick footsteps. A cool sensation engulfed his being as he started to feel movement. In his mind, only God could help his poor soul now.

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This is a quicky TF i did for my friends video game. hes put me on writing and wanted my character in it so i gave him a nice transformation to start things off. this is ALOT shorter than im used to writing, and it really was a challenge to write it like this. Hope you guys like it :3 and trust me, theres more to come ;3