Research & Development

Chapter 2
Going to the Dogs

Chapter Description: Contains, as you might have guessed from the title, men and women with dog brains.

Dan followed Fisher down the corridor again to another window bank on the opposite side of the hall. This time it wasn’t a whole new environment he saw, but a large carpeted room. Again there were a half dozen young men and women playing about the room buck naked. Now though, they were all on their hands and knees. A matching number of large dog houses were lined up along the wall, each with a name plate identifying their occupants as “Spot,” “Rex,” “Fido,” and so on.

The closest nudist to the window was a young man of perhaps twenty-two. He had his legs taped up to his hips so that his knees acted as feet. A fuzzy fake tale had been jammed into his butt and his wagged back and forth as he knelt before them. His hands were also taped into mittens to remove his thumbs and fingers from use. He didn’t seem to mind one bit though. He had a little pink chew toy in his mouth and was shaking his head wildly back and forth, spittle dribbling around it and down his chin. He opened his mouth, letting it drop to the floor, then immediately ducked his head down and grabbed it with his teeth, biting down on it.

A fully dressed woman clapped her hands from across the room and called, “Spot! C’mere buddy!”

The man’s head immediately perked up and he craned his neck to look at the woman.

“That’s right! C’mere boy!” she yelled, patting her hands on her hips.

The dog man spun around and quickly crept towards her. Upon reaching her he lifted his head up, offering the toy in his mouth. She took it and pulled while he pulled back playfully. They both tugged until she directed, “Release!” and he instantly opened his mouth, letting her have the toy.

She swung it left and right in the air and the man’s head followed its every move, eyes wide and eager. Then she knelt on one knee beside him and ran her hand through his short black hair and down his smooth bare back. “That’s a good boy!” she crooned to him.

The man was clearly panting happily, wiggling his bum back and forth as she moved her petting down his back. Then her hand brushed over his bare bottom and down over his hip, slipping underneath. Dan watched in amazement as the woman’s hand slipped down to the man’s dangling penis and began to fondle it gently. She continued to pet his head as well, telling him he was a good doggy.

The man’s penis swelled visibly as she stroked at it. His tail wagging slowed but he was clearly getting excited. His mouth was wide open and he was drooling more, coating his chin. Then he thrust forward, wrapping his arms around her body and rubbing his stiff member up and down across her hip and the fuzzy jumper she wore. She did nothing to discourage his humping. Instead he hugged him back, stroking his bare skin and encouraging him.

“That’s right, good doggy! Hump mummy like a good boy!” she praised.

The man’s tongue lolled about out of his mouth and he leant forward and began to lick her face as he humped her. She chuckled and pulled away as his tongue passed over her nose and eye. Then she gave him a kiss back. After another minute of this he exploded all over her fuzzy peach coloured jumper, gobs of his cum squirting on it as he lifted his head and yelped in bliss.

“Wow,” Dan breathed.

“Yes that was quite the show, wasn’t it?” Fisher chuckled.

“Are these people the same as the last room?” he asked.

“Well that young man doing the humping was one of the original test subjects, yes. His mind is gone forever but I think he seems happy enough, don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but does he get to hump like that all the time?”

“Quite a bit. The woman is from Steel Industries, she bonded with him her first visit here. He’s her puppy now and she comes every week to visit.”

“And the others?”

“Well come on it with me and I’ll show you,” she said, heading to a door at the side of the windows.

Dan followed her into the room, feeling awkward but incredibly aroused. As soon as they were inside he was confronted with one of the dog people. There was a row of plastic doggy bowls filled with what appeared to be real dog food, right next to the door. And there with her face buried in one was a cute red-head girl who looked to be only in her early twenties if that. Her strawberry hair was cut very short with two little pig-tails. Her light, freckled skin appeared smooth and unblemished. Her hands and legs were free of restraints and she had no tale, but she was clearly dog-brained nonetheless.

The girl who was eating from a bowl marked “Peppermint” looked up at Dan as he stood staring at her. Several pieces of kibble stuck to her cheeks, nose and chin as she gazed up at him with wide innocent eyes. Her mouth hung open and her tongue traced her lips. Then she declared, “Arf, arf arf!”

She quickly rose to her knees, grabbing at Dan’s belt and showing off her whole bared front-side, including her pert little breasts. She panted, hands pawing at his stomach and crotch, then barked some more, eager to play apparently.

Dan was shaking with indecision. This beautiful young woman was actually touching his penis, which was already quite aroused. He lowered his hand slowly and brushed it across her cheek, then through her short ginger hair. She seemed to be pleased with that, very pleased. Dan stared into her doggy dumb eyes and saw only adoration.

“I see you’ve met Peppermint,” Dr Fisher commented, breaking the trance.

“Oh, yes, I... um...” Dan stammered.

“It’s okay Daniel, she’s very affectionate, I know. But we really must be moving on with the tour. You can always come back to play with her another time of course.”

“Right, another time,” Dan repeated, backing away as the girl dropped back to her hands and knees.

“What... how did she end up here?”

“Oh she was a very naughty girl. She was a lab assistant here, fresh out of university with her BS. But she thought she might make a better career for herself as a thief and tried to sell our formula to Bayer, the pharmaceutical giant. Well we took care of that. She doesn’t worry about things like formulas or money anymore as you can see.”

Dan forced himself to look away from the panting doggy girl and followed Fisher into the middle of the room. There an older dog man was playing fetch. He looked to be in his thirties and a bit overweight, but the man playing fetch with him was probably ten years older.

“That’s Dr Gennings, the man who advanced gene therapy by twenty years with his research,” Fisher explained.

Dan looked at the balding middle aged man in his business suit and shrugged. “Funny, I’d think Gennings would be in a lab coat not a suit,” he mused.

Fisher gave him and odd look then corrected, “No, not him. That’s Jack Malone, the head of HR. He’s Gennings,” she said, pointing at the chubby naked man spinning around in circles chasing the tale stuck in his bum.

Dan’s eyes widened. “But I thought he worked for us!”

“Oh he did. But his contract was up and we couldn’t let him go share all that brilliant work with Merck. So here he is,” she stated, taking Dan’s hand and putting something in it.

“What’s this?” he asked, looking at the bone-shaped brown cookie in his hand.

“A doggy treat of course. Now hold out your hand,” she directed.

He did as she said and watched the chubby former scientist come crawling over, stopping right before him and looking up with pleading eyes. The doctor opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out, begging for the treat. Dan lowered his open hand and the man at his feet lunged forward and bit it out of the open hand, chewing it happily. Fisher reached down and scratched the former genius behind his ears, making him wag his butt back and forth happily.

“Some of my colleagues were worried about the effectiveness of the hypnospray on Dr Gennings, given his genius IQ. But I never had any doubts. In fact he reacted very well to it. In just minutes he went from solving complex equations to being confused by his own reflection in the glass,” she said with a laugh.

Gennings finished chewing the treat and lunged for Dan’s now empty hand, lolling out his tongue and licking it, his now vacant eyes crossed in concentration. Dan really appreciated the power of the spray now, if it could even render a genius of Einstein calibre nothing more than a dumb drooling doggy.

The sound of barking distracted him and he looked over to see a thirtyish man dog mounting a raven-haired girl dog from behind. He thrust his stiff cock into her, well, doggy-style. Of course neither of them cared that they were giving everyone a good show, they were lost in animal lust. Fisher explained that they were both here for a couple days at most, junior executives from an advertising company. They came here a couple times a year for release.

“And what about her?” Dan asked, pointing at the last naked human dog in the room.

She was a blonde woman of about his age. Her hair was in pig-tails and she was kneeling at the feet of an older man who was reclined in a seat backed up to the wall. He had his zipper undone and his dick sticking straight up and out. The woman was licking away at it with her tongue and then sucking on it altogether. The man had his eyes closed, head back with bliss as she sucked him off.

“Ah yes, Jenny. Well actually her name was Mildred, but that’s not fitting for a doggy. That’s her husband right there. He owns one of our suppliers. Well actually she used to own the company but doggies don’t make very good CEOs of course.”

“Wait, she owned the company? So why is she the one on all fours?”

“She brought him here to play games, spice up their sex life. But I guess she made the mistake of being a bit too trusting. Their second time here he gave her a couple sprays too many and ensured she spent the rest of her days playing at his feet. He claimed it was an accident, but to be honest no one really cared. He paid the bill and he runs that company almost as well as she did.”

The man moaned and exploded as she ran her tongue up his shaft again, squirting his load all over her face. She didn’t seem to mind one bit. She barked excitedly and began licking the white goo off her lips and cheeks with her tongue. He petted her head and muttered, “Good girl Jenny! Such a good doggy girl,” to her as he recovered from his post-release high.