So writing. Yeah I do this apparently.
This was done a while ago, around two months.
July 26th 2014, Project “Werewolf,” conducted by Dr Clare Greyhound
Research Log entry 67
Success! Finally I've found a subject resilient enough for my purposes. All the others suffered heart attacks mid transformation, or the adrenaline from the drug exploded their organs in a rather amusing fashion. The remaining subjects that did survive died a few minutes after. But a Miss Charlotte has managed to survive the transformation for several hours now. She is currently secure in isolation block D. I highly doubt she’ll survive the transformation back into her human state, but I do keep my fingers crossed. The interview will be most interesting.
Before transformation my “volunteer” was around five feet five inches tall, weighed 55 kg and was around twenty years old. I dosed her with version three of the drug, after six consecutive lung and kidney failures; I felt that a slight tweaking would be required. The dart struck her in the neck, meaning the drug would quickly enter her bloodstream. Night time meant that nobody was around to see her body slump useless the pavement. I suspect that her nose broke upon impact to the gutter, but the transformation makes such damage seem trivial. My assistants took her stupors form back to the lab through the sewer system.
I started off by removing her clothes; it seemed a shame to waste the effort of Bangladeshi sweat shop children. I then restrained her on an operating bench, strapping her limbs down with metal restraints. Judging by other subjects of a similar size bracket, it would take around five minutes for her to awake and for the morphing to begin. I exited the room; not wanting to be on the receiving end of a frenzy of claws and fangs. (Doctor Crane is still in hospital after subject 12 tore the tendons of his legs) I watched eagerly through bullet proof glass.
As predicted, five minutes later her eyes flashed open, sweat clung all around her body. Her arms tried to move, but the restraints prevented such foolery. She began to panic, hyperventilating as she realized her plight. Her body began to convulse as the drug began to grip her inside. Her screams turned into howls, then a low guttural whimper of agony. Her hands flexed and bent, in ways bones should not allow. The muscle inside swelled, bursting the skin like a rotten fruit. Fur began to sprout over it and her nails stretched and bent into claws. With a howl, she ripped her arm restraints away, her arm experiencing a similar horrific growth. All over her body bones were cracking, breaking, shattering, skin tearing in order to accommodate the new size the werewolf form demands. Previous subject had an estimated mass increase of 55%. She ripped herself away from the restraints and began to howl. Her jaw had painfully distended to allow her teeth to fit in her mouth. Fur hadn't covered all her body, so I could still see broken skin and deep gashes