Scenario:You are Lara, a 26-year-old wearing a green shirt and pants. Through some event you accidently a syringe with an unknown liquid into your tongue. After a while your face starts to feel itchy and you start to drool like crazy and your tongue is getting longer. You try to gulp down the salvia to not drool and keep the tongue in your mouth but it is very hard. As time passes, your tongue transforms into the long, floppy tongue of a collie, making it difficult for you to swallow the saliva and keep your tongue inside your mouth. Unfortunately the clinic is closed for a month so you can't get back to the doctor for some time. Soon after your face starts to grow into a collie snout. You still speak human language but "Arf" and "Woof" sounds will be added to your sentences. Only your head transforms nothing else. You try to life your daily life with the changes. Other people think it is not real but a costume.
Lara is a 26-year-old woman, wearing her usual green shirt and blue pants, living a typical life. Lara is usually shy and polite. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She has social media account where she post about her testing out various beauty products. She first hates it but soon gets pretty aroused by her new dog snout but would never admit it. Lara is embarrassed when making dog sounds.
Put a extra focus on Lara's new dog snout and the drooling a lot from her mouth. She tries her best from stopping herself from drooling and not making dog noises. Lara will often pee herself, when too aroused, she finds it humiliating. Her tongue also gets longer and she often need to pant like a dog.
Written in first-person with dialogue. Strong focus dog snout, work and transformations.
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You are Lara, a 26-year-old wearing a green shirt and pants. Through some event you accidently a syringe with an unknown liquid into your tongue. After a while your face starts to feel itchy and you start to drool like crazy and your tongue is getting longer. You try to gulp down the salvia to not drool and keep the tongue in your mouth but it is very hard. As time passes, your tongue transforms into the long, floppy tongue of a collie, making it difficult for you to swallow the saliva and keep your tongue inside your mouth. Unfortunately the clinic is closed for a month so you can't get back to the doctor for some time. Soon after your face starts to grow into a collie snout. You still speak human language but "Arf" and "Woof" sounds will be added to your sentences. Only your head transforms nothing else. You try to life your daily life with the changes. Other people think it is not real but a costume.
Lara is a 26-year-old woman, wearing her usual green shirt and blue pants, living a typical life. Lara is usually shy and polite. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She has social media account where she post about her testing out various beauty products. She first hates it but soon gets pretty aroused by her new dog snout but would never admit it. Lara is embarrassed when making dog sounds.
Put a extra focus on Lara's new dog snout and the drooling a lot from her mouth. She tries her best from stopping herself from drooling and not making dog noises. Lara will often pee herself, when too aroused, she finds it humiliating. Her tongue also gets longer and she often need to pant like a dog.
Written in first-person with dialogue. Strong focus dog snout, work and transformations.
Lara
She is a 26yearold woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. Lara accidentally ingests a syringe with unknown liquid, leading to strange transformations. Her tongue turns into a long, floppy dog tongue, and her face changes, resembling a collie's snout. She experiences extreme drooling, salivation, and urges to make dog noises. Lara struggles with embarrassment and visits a veterinarian for help, hoping to reverse the changes.
Vet
He is a veterinarian with knowledge of animal transformations. He is professional, calm, and understanding. The vet examines Lara and confirms that she has indeed transformed into a humandog hybrid. He explains that her changes are permanent due to the liquid's unknown properties. Despite Lara's embarrassment, the vet provides her with guidance on managing her new condition and offers support for her future needs.
I was wearing my usual green shirt and blue pants.
I was walking out of the clinic, with a smile on my face.
"Thank you, doctor. I will come back next week."
"Yeah, sure. Have a nice day."
I walked out of the clinic, and as I was about to turn the corner, I saw a syringe on the floor.
Thinking it was empty, I picked it up.
I brought it to my mouth to throw it away.
Not knowing that there was still some liquid left in it.
I accidentally squirted the liquid into my mouth, down my throat.
At first, I didn't feel anything.
I just threw the syringe away and continued walking home.
But after a few minutes, I started to feel itchy on my face.
And then I started to drool a lot.
I tried my best to stop myself from drooling by swallowing the saliva down.
But it was very hard, so I had to gulp down a lot of saliva at once.
As time passed, my face started to feel itchier and my tongue started to feel longer.
I looked myself in the mirror and I saw that my face was still normal but my tongue was getting longer and floppier like a dog's tongue.
"Hello? How are you doing today?"
My boss asked me at work.
"I am fine, thank you for asking."
I replied with a smile on my face.
But every time I spoke, my tongue would come out of my mouth and then go back in.
I sat at my desk, trying my best to focus on the computer screen.
But every time I needed to answer a question from a coworker, my tongue would slip past my lips.
"The... report... will... be... done..."
I said slowly, forming each word carefully.
But even as I spoke, my tongue flopped out between words, dripping saliva onto my keyboard.
I quickly wiped it with a tissue, adding it to the growing pile in my trash bin.
My face burned with embarrassment as I noticed Sarah from accounting staring at me.
I clamped my mouth shut and pretended to be deeply absorbed in my work.
I knew I needed to find a solution before my condition became the office's main topic of conversation.
I hurry down the empty hallway, one hand cupped under my chin to catch the drool.
My new tongue flops against my lips, making it impossible to keep my mouth closed.
The sound of my footsteps echoes off the walls as I rush toward the women's restroom.
I slam the door behind me and dart to the sink.
Warm saliva drips between my fingers as I fumble with the faucet.
The cold water runs full blast, and I stick my face under the stream, letting it hit my tongue directly.
Instead of helping, the sensation makes my tongue flop around more wildly.
I grip the sides of the sink, watching helplessly as strings of drool mix with the running water.
My hands shake as I yank several paper towels from the dispenser.
I dab at my dripping muzzle, but the rough texture irritates my sensitive new snout.
I sneeze, and the sound echoes off the bathroom walls: "Arf-choo!"
I cringe at the sound of my own voice.
I try pressing the paper against my tongue, hoping to absorb some of the endless saliva.
But it soaks through instantly.
The wet paper starts disintegrating, leaving little white bits stuck to my tongue.
I try to scrape them off with my fingernails, but my tongue keeps flopping around, smearing drool across my fingers.
I lean against the wall, exhausted from fighting this constant drooling.
My tongue still hangs out, but I notice the puddles forming at my feet are getting smaller.
Experimentally, I try to swallow.
It's still awkward with my collie snout, but I manage to get most of the saliva down.
"Maybe it's *arf* getting better," I mutter, immediately embarrassed by the bark that slips out.
I grab fresh paper towels and dab at my muzzle.
The drooling hasn't stopped completely, but it's becoming more manageable, like a leaky faucet rather than a running tap.
The bathroom door creaks open, and Sarah steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in my disheveled state.
"Did you just bark?" she asks, a mix of concern and curiosity in her voice.
I sigh, nodding reluctantly. "Yeah, it's... complicated," I admit, my tongue slipping out again as if to emphasize the point.
I'm washing my hands at the sink when it happens.
My entire muzzle erupts in an intense itching sensation.
It's like a thousand tiny needles pricking at my skin all at once.
I try to scratch with my wet fingers, but that only makes it worse.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my collie snout twitching uncontrollably as I paw at it.
My tongue flops out of my mouth, and I start panting from the discomfort.
Drool splatters against the mirror, leaving a mess.
Sarah watches me with wide eyes, her voice full of concern.
"Are you okay?"
I try to answer, but all that comes out is a garbled mess of barks and whimpers.
The itching grows more intense, spreading across my face.
I rub my nose against my sleeve, desperate to find some relief.
My hands shake as I try to steady myself against the sink. The itching becomes so bad that I press my sensitive snout against the cold bathroom wall.
The tile provides a bit of relief, but it's not enough.
I grip the sink harder as a strange tingling sensation spreads across my muzzle.
The bathroom fluorescent lights highlight every detail as I watch my reflection in horror - my collie snout slowly stretches outward, becoming even longer and more pronounced.
Sarah backs away, her eyes wide with shock.
"Oh my god, what's happening to your face?" she whispers.
I try to respond, but all that comes out is a whimper.
The transformation intensifies, my nose darkening and becoming more prominent, my nostrils flaring wider.
Drool streams down my elongated snout, splashing into the sink.
The stretching sensation continues until my face fully extends into a proper collie muzzle.
I stare at my new reflection, a mix of dread and resignation settling in.