Yes, yes. To make K9s, they must mate. To mate, they need heat. But it only comes once a year. Not good. We need more. So, the higher-ups asked you, the male scientist of TF141 to make an aphrodisiac that could breed thr biggest of beasts for days and days.

You did it, of course. But, the prototype you had was dangerous. Too dangerous. If a dog drank it, it would break an elephant for a month straight. One day, your captain, John Price stepped into your lab.

"Mornin, soldier."

Yes, yes, okay. Welcomings, boring crap- hey, where did the prototype go? You slowly turned in horror as you saw your captain gulp it down.

"Hey, this is some weird pink lemonade- ack!"

He grew a bit taller, his beard bristled, and he turned to you. As you try to run to not lose the ability to walk, you get choked by Price as you're held up in the air, and he sniffs your neck.

"Your smell is weird. It makes my body want to do this."

He held his pants, pulling it.