The Insane Transformations of Dr. Marlowe - Part 2

Tier Reward for Nathan Rancher

Dr. Marlowe has a formula—a groundbreaking, dangerous concoction that can reshape a person's very essence. Gender, abilities, even the merging of human and animal traits. Nothing is beyond his reach. The university might have dismissed him, but Dr. Marlowe is far from finished. Now set up in his secret lab beneath the campus, he's just begun.

This request is a continuation of an abandoned story, you can find the first part here.

Chapter 2

Brad looped his arm around Jennifer’s waist and pulled her in close. 

“C’mon baby, it’s dangerous out here. You don’t really wanna walk home alone, do ya?”

“I’d rather go it alone than with you.” She scoffed, pushing him away. “You’re an ass normally but you’re worse when you’re drunk.”

“Aw, come on.” 

He gave her his most charming smile, but it came across a little lopsided, thanks to all the beer he’d drunk. 

“Gimmie a chance, I’m dynamite in the sack.”

“You could be the best lover in the world and it wouldn’t make up for your shitting personality,” Jennifer said, tossing her hair over her shoulders and turning to walk away. 

How she managed to spin on the spot like that was baffling to him. Surely the ultra thin heels under her feet would snap under the weight. But they didn’t, and she started up the path towards her dormitory alone. 

Brad shrugged; at least he got a good view as she walked away. Jennifer did have a dynamite ass, but he was sure there was another lucky lady who had curves just as nice around here somewhere, perhaps with better taste, who knew not to pass an opportunity like him up. 

He turned back to the party; the warm glow of the houselights was stilling out onto the front steps as party-goers slowly funneled out. It was just past midnight now, and classes started in a few hours. Most people weren’t up for an all-nighter like him. He scanned the crowd, waiting for somebody to catch his eye. It didn;t take long for a leggy, dark haired woman in a skirt that was basically up her ass to walk past.

“Hey, babe, you alone?” He called, “Need company on the way home?

She gave him the most intense side-eye, and kept walking. 

“Come on, I’m just trying to be friendly.” He called, walking after her a bit.

Yeah, it was mostly a pick up line but walking home alone really wasn;t safe. He was about to call out again when he heard something that sounded like giggling. Curious, he followed the sound and found nothing but a quiet, empty pathway beside the frat house.

“Weird…”

Suddenly, something hard and cold closed around his ankle, and Bra yelped in surprise.

“What the fu-hey!”

Whatever had a grip on him yanked his feet out from under him, slamming Brad hard intot he pathway.

“Ow!”

The hard concrete had him dazed for a moment, and when he blinked open his eyes, he was slowly moving across the ground. For a second, he thought it was just the hit to his head but then Brad realised his clothing was starting to bunch up as he was pulled along. He looked down at his feet and saw a metal claw closed around them, dragging him into a dark hole.

“Woah, what the fuuuuuck!”

He tried to scramble away, but it was useless; the pavement gave way to smooth metal as he was dragged into the tunnel and started to slide. He could feel the passageway twisting and turning, sending him head over heels until, finally, he was slammed into the ground. 

“What the hell was in that beer?” he groaned. This had to be a hallucination. 

Brad rubbed his eyes and blinked them open only to be met with bright lights…and a leopard. 

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

Brad scrambled back, sure he was shredded but he couldn;t fight a leopard! His back hit a glass cage, and his heart raced. Trapped! He squeezed his eyes closed and waited; this was the end. God, what a way to go.

“Oh, for pity’s sake, open your eyes, you wimp.”

Brad did so, more out of shock than anything. He wanted to ask how an animal could talk, but upon opening his eyes, he got the answer, along with about a dozen more questions. The leopard in question was more woman than animal: with a humanoid body, long legs, an ample busy and a beautiful tail resting just above her ass. He’d never been one of those furry types, but the appeal was rapidly making a lot more sense. 

“Are you…real?”

“What sort of question is that? Of course I am, and if you were hallucinating, do you really think a figment of your imagination would be trustworthy?” 

“Well, when you put it like that…”

Brad got to his feet and cleared his throat, doing his best to look suave.

“Anyway, I gotta say, you’re the hottest cheetah woman I’ve ever seen.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Are you…hitting on me?”

“Was I too subtle?”

The cheetah woman looked unimpressed for a moment and crossed her arms underneath her furry chest. 

“You’re taking this whole, dragged into a cage in a secret laboratory almost suspiciously well. 

“What!?”

Brad looked around, fully taking in his surroundings for the first time and saw the beakers, lab equipment and giant monitor set up. He was in a glass cage in what looked like the set of a horror film. The cheetah woman somehow managed to look even more deadpan.

“You’re not the brightest, are you?”

“What’s going to happen? What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing.” Came a new voice, male, and cold. “I on the other hand, am going to teach you a lesson.”

A man with wild hair and even wilder eyes stepped out from the shadows where he’d been lurking. Brad had to hold back a scoff, he couldn’t have looked more like a stereotypical mad scientist if he tried. 

“Tina,” he said, “if you wouldn’t mind?”

The cheetah moved aside, and before Brad could ask any of the questions buzzing in his brain, the glass opened slightly, not enough for either of them to escape, but enough for the scientist to aim through. Brad winced, expecting a bullet. 

Instead, he felt a sharp sting in his neck. He flinched, his hand instinctively reaching up to the spot where it felt like a mosquito had bitten him. Brad ripped at the dart, flinging it across the cage as if getting it far away would stop what was to come. It was useless, of course. A warmth was already starting to spread through his body, starting from the point of contact and radiating outwards.

Brad straightened, his heart pounding. The warmth was strange, almost comforting at first, but it quickly turned into a tingling sensation that made his skin feel alive in a way it never had before. Panic set in as he glanced at his hands. They didn’t look right—his fingers were thinner, his nails curved and pointed. He flexed them, feeling their strange new shape, and a shiver ran down his spine.

“Is that it?” Tina said after a minute, “Cat nails? That’s so unfair! Why do I get to be a freak while he just gets a weird manicure?”

“Curious…” The scneitst closed the gap in the glass and stepped forward, peering at Bra dlike he was a piece of meat. “How do you feel?”

“Uh, fuck you?” He replied, and the scientist rolled his eyes.

“Very well, I shall confer with my notes and see if perhaps the formula is taking longer than anticipated…”

“You’re just going to leave us in here?” Brad called.

The scientist didn’t bother replying, which didn't seem to surprise Tina. Her tail twitched in irritation and Brad found himself staring; was he about to grow one of those? 

“Could you stop staring at my ass?”

“I was looking at your tail, actually.”

“Same difference.”

Brad’s vision blurred for a moment, then sharpened with startling clarity. Colors seemed more vibrant, the edges of buildings and street signs crisper than he remembered. It was as if someone had turned up the contrast. He blinked a few times and tried to examine his reflection in the glass. It was hard to make out, but he swore the whites of his eyes were yellow.

"I guess it's just taking longer for you," Tina said grumpily. "How fun."

"Could you please tell me what the fuck is going on?" Brad groaned. "This isn't how I thought my night would end."

Tina sighed and seemed to take pity on him. Brad tried his best to listen as she recounted her own story and explained Dr. Marlowe's weird obsession. It was hard though, it wasn't that he wasn't interested, but his ass kept shifting. It almost felt like it was slowly inflating against his jeans to the point that they were ready to rip. 

You're starting to look a little...furry." Tina said after a moment, pointing to the side of his neck where the dart had hit. Brad ran his hands along it and felt the soft silk fur beneath his palm. 

His ears twitched, and he froze. Ears that shouldn’t have been able to move on their own. He reached up, his fingers brushing against something soft and unfamiliar. His ears were… different. Pointed, like a cat’s, and they felt sensitive, just his finger tips brushing the tips sent a shiver down his spine to places he really shouldn't be thinking about. 

"Not round like yours," he muttered."

Brad was so distracted by the fur and ears he temporarily forgot about the tightness around his ass cheeks. That didn't last long though as he heard the sound of ripping fabric and ladders appeared right across both of his bubbly, furry cheeks. 

"Oh my God!" Tina said in horror, turning away. "I think you need to take those off."

"I don't think I can!" Bra ground, "My hips are too wide, what does that have to do with being a cat?"

"I think you're becoming more than a cat..."

The thick, orange fur started to spread up his arms. His clothes felt tight and constricting as if they were fighting against the changes happening beneath them. It was only a matter of time before they were in tatters, too. With some difficulty, he managed to remove them; being naked was the least of his worries right now. 

Brad didn’t want to think about his transformation, but there wasn’t much else to do. After an hour, Dr. Marlowe reappeared with hungry eyes and parked himself outside the glass to take notes. Every stretch of skin was furiously recorded. The fur coated his entire body, and his chest began to swell. Soon, he and Tina were on an even playing field when it came to curves. 

He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight move with him. His nipples were so sensitive, and no matter how hard he tried, the delicate fur around them tickled the responsive skin. The little pink mounds poked through his orange fur easily and trying to push them down with his fingers on resulted in a frankly embarrassing sound escaping his lips. 

Dr. Marlowe chuckled insanely with each change and wrote furiously. Tina for her part, tried to give him privacy, but even if she turned her back, she had a decent view of his reflection in the glass. 

“Ooooh, my back.” He groaned, “Is this the boob pain my girlfriend used to complain about?”

“Afraid not.” Tina grimanced. “I remember this part too well.”

“What pa-ahhhh! Ohhhh!”

The pain in the base of his spine took on an urgency and pressure. It felt like his spin was trying to escape his body! Brad fell to his knees, body thrusting back and forth in an effort to relieve the insane pressure above his ass. 

“Hnnnng!”

“Here it comes…”

All at once, the pressure exploded outwards, and Brad felt his body extend. His spine seemed to take on a new life as it whipped and moved. He craned his neck around to try and see and watched in disbelief as an orange, fluffy tail swayed back and forth. 

It took him a moment to realise he was the one controlling it. Brad got to his feet like a stumbling fawn and swayed; his feet were changing, the bottoms becoming rough pads with sharp nails. His centre of gravity had shifted along with the tail to be much lower and he was resisting the urge to crawl along the ground. 

“I think he is complete.” Dr. Marlowe announced.

“I think you mean ‘she’ is complete.” Tina rolled her eyes. 

“It’s been hours!?”

“Yeah, it’s almost dawn,” Tina added. “What a fun night we’ve had.”

“All-nighters are nothing to me.” Dr. Marlowe bragged, “I must review these notes while you two, aha, take a cat nap? Haha!”

Neither of the new anthro cat women laughed. 

“But why would you do this?” Brad asked, “Why turn random people into…cats?”

“You’re still half human, Dr. Marlowe scoffed. “You have a cat's extra senses, not to mention natural beauty. Perhaps now, as a woman, you will understand how unacceptable your behavior was! Just like all my victims!”

“I was just going for a run,” Tina spoke up before thinking for a moment. “But you do have a point with him.”

“What?” Brad gaped. “What did I do?”

“Are you serious? You really are stupid.” Tina rolled her eyes. “Maybe you have a point Dr. Marlowe.”

The scientist almost dropped his pencil.

“I…you think so?”

“Oh yes,” Tina smiled, pressing her body against the glass. The more I think about it, the more I like this body. I’ll never lose a race again. No more late-night training sessions, and I can spend my time more… productively.”

Brad blinked and felt heat spreading across his skin; was she flirting with that madman? Dr. Marlowe finally stopped taking notes and Tina purred, pressing her breasts to the glass.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe I could see your notes? I’m pretty sharp, maybe I could find out why this idiot took so long to transform.”

“Hmmm, I did see you have a science minor, " Dr. Marlowe muttered. And I will need an assistant.”

“If you’re going after assholes who don’t know how to take rejection, I will be happy to help.” Tina insisted. “Just let me out.”

Brad barely held back a grin; she was tricking him! He’d open the cage and she’s scratch the crap out of him, then they would both be free to find the cure that was laying around here somewhere. At least, he hoped it was because he was about as far from a chemist as it was possible to get; he only got into this college on a sports scholarship. 

Dr. Marlowe put down his notebook and reached for the glass controls. With the click of a button, a gap appeared in the cage, this time, big enough for Tina to squeeze through, just. She had to use her new feline flexibility to do it, but a second later, she was on the other side, and the glass was closing again.

“Quick! Get him!” Brad cheered.

Instead of pouncing, though, Tina turned to look at him over her shoulder and scoffed.

“You think I am helping you?”

A stone formed in Brad’s throat and immediately sank to the pit of his stomach. 

“It’s…not a trick?”

“Of course it’s not!” Tina replied with a cold laugh. “You think I would help an ass like you over somebody brilliant like Dr. Marlowe. I have to admit, it took me some time to think it over, but look at what he has accomplished! Besides,”

She sneered, looking Brad up and down. 

“If you honestly can't tell why he chose you for this little experiment, then you are even dumber than I thought.”

Brad’s tail sunk between his legs, and he felt his ears droop; the new limbs still felt so strange. Tina had said she’d been transformed only a few hours earlier, yet there she was, standing confident and proud as Dr. Marlowe explained something about the formula and his plans. Had she been lying? Had she been on his side this whole time? 

“Well, what about me?” Brad asked finally. “Am I supposed to just stay in this cage? What about food! Or a bed?”

“Worry not! I am not cruel,” said Dr. Marlowe without a hint of self-awareness. “I have designed transition rooms for my subjects, so you can stay there until you see the light like Tina.” 

The scientist fiddled with his remote, and a doorway appeared at the back of the glass cage. Revealing a hallway with even more closed doors, a single one opened, seemingly of its own volition, and Dr. Marlowe nodded to it.

“That is the room I made for feline transformers like yourself.”

“And what, you expect me to just walk down there like a good little pet?” Brad scoffed.

“Where else are you going to go?”

Damn, he had a good point. Bra bit his lip and tried not to think about how full and sensitive it felt. His tail twitched in irritation, and eventually, he pouted.

“Fine, I’ll go. But not because you told me to!”

He tried to storm off dramatically, but that was hard to do when he’d been transformed into a cat girl. His hips swayed with each step, and his chest jiggled. He could feel Dr. Marlowe’s eyes on him as he walked and it made his skin heat with embarrassment. Brad didn't care what Tina said; he didn't deserve this! 

Part of Brad felt like he should stay behind and try to eavesdrop, but who was he kidding? Even if he could understand what they were talking about with formulas and such, he wouldn’t have the first clue how to use it to help himself. 

The room was clinical, with white walls and a white floor; it could have been a hotel room were it not for the strange furniture choices. Instead of a bed, there was a large round cushion. The corner contained a large scratching post and a bag full of bells, balls and yarn. Finally, the table was set with a bowl of fishy-smelling cereal and milk. 

Despite his tiredness, Brad’s fingers twitched when he saw the scratching post. Cats relieved stress by scratching, and he’d had one hell of a stressful night. He pressed his lips together and forced himself to lie down on the cushion, on his back like he usually would, even though all his instincts were screaming at him not to crush his tail. After a few minutes of tossing and curling, his new feline instincts seemed to take over, and he curled into a ball, tail swaying gently in contentment as he felt sleep take him. 

Brad had no idea how long he had slept. He seemed to float in and out of consciousness until, finally, the twitching in his hands woke him. He felt coiled tighter than a spring, and lying still wasn’t helping. His eyes landed on the human-sized scratching post again, and he hissed.  

“I’m not using a scratching post…I’m not giving in to…whatever this is.” 

Brad tried to leave, but the door was locked. There was a muffled sound from the corner and his ears twitched as Tina’s voice echoed over him.

“Dr. Marlowe wants to make sure you’re accepting your new role before you come out.”

“So I’m trapped in here!?”

“Just have some fun and stop fighting your urges. The scratching actually feels so nice.”

A shiver ran down Brad’s spine; Tina must have already given in to that feline urge. Strangely, knowing that made him feel jealous. 

“I’m not a cat girl! Even if I look like one!”

“Your stance says otherwise.”

Brad blinked, then looked down at himself, his hands were on his hips, cocked to the side, his tail swished between his legs and he was slightly bent forwards so that his breasts hung seductivly off his chest. Immediately, he straightened; the damage was done. he was now hyper-aware of how natural it felt to move, even stand, as a woman. A feline woman. 

Tina didn’t speak again, which was somehow worse than if she’d kept urging him. Brad tried to get rid of some of the nervous energy building up inside him by pacing, but it was useless. His nails felt strangely itchy; they desperately wanted to run along that rough rope. 

“Maybe…just a little.” 

He tiptoed over to the post and timidly ran his fingers down the rough rope. Instantly, all the fur stood on end and a cat like purr rummbled from his lips. 

“Oh…Okay.” He shivered.

Before Brad could stop himself he was on his knees, raking his hands up and down the scratching post and giggling with delight. Oh, it felt so good, all the stress melted away and was replaced with a content, warm feeling in his belly. 

When he was finally satisfied, his eyes shifted to the basket of toys.

“Me-ow…”

Brad pounced, batting a yarn ball from the top of the bag and then chasing it around the room. His tail lashed, and all embarrassment at his new form was instantly forgotten. He played on his knees, rolling around with the yarn ball between his fingers.

“Oooh, smells nice…”

He brought the ball to his nose and breathed nip; the scent of catnip filled his lungs, and the last bit of resistance faded away. He felt drunk with delight and continued to play. He didn't want to accept his fate as an orange cat girl, but it looked like he didn’t have much of a choice.