Ilima allows himself to be cleaned, though he would have much rather keep the semen still dripping out of him. He already has a craving for more of it, but that's something he's keeping quiet for now. Really, he should've questioned why he wanted more, but he doesn't. Just like he doesn't question the kennel that's to be his temporary home.

He nods, getting on the floor and moving to sit on his bed. Feeling strange is an understatement. His chest is tender, and he feels over himself as he notices he isn't as flat as he should be. The change is subtle at first, but he can feel them steadily getting bigger, causing some slight pain. Ilima still feels wet, too, and he wonders if that's ever going to go away.

These things should've been scaring him out of continuing the research, even if it's too late. He doesn't seem to want out, though, instead taking the changes in stride as he goes to drink some water. He wraps his mouth around the tube and sucks, drinking his fill before settling back on his bed. He opts to lay down as his chest continues to feel swollen, tender, and even tingly. His hips continue to shape themselves, body gradually filling out.