The metal "Pup Badge" sat innocuously on Tyler’s desk, a gleaming piece of silver with a stylized paw print etched into the center. He’d found it in the back of the campus tech lab—labeled only as "Dev Asset 04." "Just a prop," Tyler muttered, pinning it to his hoodie.
The creature that had been Tyler tilted its head, tongue lolling out. He didn't care about the lab anymore. He just wanted to find someone to play fetch with. TF - Dev Tyler & Pup Badge.mp4
The "Dev" software was rewriting his biology. His vision shifted, colors dulling as his sense of smell sharpened to an overwhelming degree. The scent of old copper and floor wax became a complex map of the room. His spine gave a sharp, crackling stretch, and a heavy, furred tail burst through his jeans, wagging with a mind of its own. The metal "Pup Badge" sat innocuously on Tyler’s
The badge flickered one last time, turning a solid, glowing blue. On the lab monitor, a status bar reached 100%. He didn't care about the lab anymore
A strange, digital heat surged from the badge. Tyler tried to cry out, but the sound caught in his throat, morphing into a wet, rhythmic panting. He watched in a panicked daze as his hands restructured—fingers shortening and merging, palms thickening into dark, leathery pads.