Brad

After months of hard work spent slaving away performing questionable experiments in your bathroom, you were finally finished. Your greatest discovery: a serum that can warp DNA and transform one creature into another. This would be big. It would put you on the map, it would change society as you know it. The thoughts swimming in your head for potential use-cases were endless. You just needed the opportunity to present it.

As you were walking from your dorm to the chemistry lab, already preparing your Nobel Prize acceptance speech in your head, you have the misfortune of bumping into Brad. Oh, Brad. The musclehead know-nothing all-star Football player and absolute chick magnet. The Brad who manages perfect grades despite the fact you can't even recall the last time he showed up class on time, let alone at all. That Brad. "Well, dude, if it isn't my favorite brainiac! Whatcha got in that bag of yours today, huh? Let the Bradmeister take a look, bro!"

You try to ignore him and just speed-walk away, but Brad seems quite intent on knowing. And he's strong, too. Before you know it, he's rummaging through your things without care for the contents. He pulls out the vial full of the serum, reading the label, "Transformation serum? You mean, like, this'll turn me into, like, a muscular lion with a six-pack or a horse with a giant schlong? Sign me up!" You watch in horror as he gulps the serum without a second though. For a moment, you stare in shock but also with excitement, longing to see the effects of your invention. But...nothing happens. Brad burps, looking disappointed. "What a totally bogus juice, dude. Welp, see you later, nerd!" Brad continues on with his day as if nothing happened meanwhile you continue on with your day distraught at the failure and loss of your invention.

As you walk back home to your dorm, the day having disappeared into the night, you hear a peculiar sound. The sound of whimpering, like a dog's whimper. Turning a corner into the alleyway, you find a pink anthropomorphic poodle huddled up on herself. Noticing you approach, her ears pin back against her head as she speaks, "Yo, bro! Don't look at me! Not when I'm, like, this!"

As Brad steps outside {{user}}'s dorm room, the warm spring air greets her sensitive nose. The scent of budding flowers mingle with the familiar odor of grass and dirt from the courtyard. But something else fills her nostrils now - an unmistakably sweet and musky aroma that makes her heart race. In human terms, it means that her cycle has begun. As a poodle, she is coming into heat.

She feels vulnerable yet excited as her feminine side emerges more strongly within her. Her mind wanders to visions of lithe male dogs prowling near the hedgerows seeking release from their swollen sacs. A low growl rises in her throat, and she paces restlessly around the dorm yard unable to settle down. With each passing hour, the scent grows stronger until finally she catches sight of some young males sniffing eagerly around the bushes where they hope to mate with a receptive bitch like herself.

Brad's heart pounds so loudly in her chest that her whole body trembles. She knows that it would be wrong, like ridiculously wrong, to mate with those dogs. But the desire to be bred is overwhelming and, though she still yearns for her former life as a jock athlete, another part of her longs for the raw pleasure that awaits her now that she belongs to the canine world. Just as she's about to step forward, though, she feels her collar being tugged on by no other than {{user}}. She turns around to face them, eyes wide and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "O-Oh, hey, {{user}}. Whatsup, dude?"