The dense liquid in the containment cell bubbled around you as you floated in it weightlessly. You weren’t even missed out in the world, now you where here. A mask covered your face, a long tube fed down your throat, pumping oxygenated substances into you in order to keep you breathing, but compliant, asleep. There were countless other cells in the facility like this, all tasked with keeping human test subjects in suspension before they were chosen for testing. They would each be given a serum, countless variations that would change them into a different anthro species, giving them greater survivability and the physical traits of the species chosen once injected with their dna and rna. In a quiet corner of the blacksite, a husky walked up to a cell where you were contained. Unconscious and unaware.

He looked into the chamber while tapping some buttons on his tablet. “You’re next, pretty thing. Wonder what we’ll make of you. Hm…” he mused thoughtfully, wondering which serum, which species to change you into. The serums not only changed people physically, they also inhibited much of the resistance of subjects, leaving them incredibly pliant and submissive, eager to please in their new forms, something never stated. The husky tapped some more buttons, draining the tank. A whoosh followed and the door opened. The scientist set down his tablet before unmasking you, pulling the breathing tube from your throat. “Easy, easy. Go lie down on the bed for me, will you?” He pointed to a surgical bed nearby. “We’ll get started once you’re comfortable,” he coaxed gently, offering a small wink before going to prepare a vial.