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The room was dark and rather cool, much cooler than outside. The summer heat was certainly something the sizable feline wanted to avoid as he lay on his back in his dimly lit den, a soft flicker coming from the television. His pelt didn't exactly help either. He wasn't an ordinary tiger. What was normally an orange field was black with orange and white striping meaning he tended to absorb radiant heat far more readily. His curious lineage, half Siberian and half Bengal, seemed to double the discomfort by providing a thick shaggy layer of fur that seemed to trap in warmth oh so much better. His air conditioner was working hard but still functional, unlike the couch which had given out about fifteen minutes ago. Simon stared up at the ceiling over his head, realizing he would likely have to find somewhere else to live, and soon. He had been fired recently, he was running short on funds, he had put on an additional twenty pounds since his termination, and to top it off, he had just crushed the only seat he owned that could previously hold up his sizable bulk. He was getting tired of being so big.

Finally, he found the will to move, reaching to collect the remote and turn off the television, but just as he wrapped his fingers around the black device, a voice came forth from the glowing box that at first served to give him further reason to disable the disgustingly salacious screen. It asked if the viewer was tired of being overweight, tired of having to always buy bigger clothes, tired of diets not working, and all the other cliché attempts to suck in desperate people struggling with obesity. The remote rose from the ground, pointing the infrared pointer towards the television, and a finger slipped towards the power button just as the hook in the ad caught his attention.

"If this is what your life is like, then let me tell you now that there is hope. We are looking for test subjects to enter our first public clinical trials for this new, revolutionary technology. We'll show you exactly what this process does and how quickly it does it," That was enough to hold off his light wrath for just a few more seconds. He at least wanted to see what laughable product they were advertising. On screen walked a young lady, a leopard of sizable girth, not quite as rotund as Simon, but certain enough to be unhappy with her weight. Dressed in a simple grey sleeveless shirt and shorts, she was escorted into a clear chamber after receiving a simple injection. The door was sealed and a strange sort of light radiated out all around the enclosed space. Immediately, the feline on screen began panting, her body language suggesting that it had suddenly become much hotter, "The serum works in tandem with the focused waves of radiation, attacking only cellulite and essentially liquefying it. Once it has undergone this patented process, the body simply excretes it through the sweat glands, literally melting the fat off your body."

It was a miraculous image. Simon sat up as best he could to watch as the tawny woman slimmed away before his very eyes. Her figure shrank as the excess insulation dripped off her in drops of pale yellow. It collected just below the expanded metal rack she stood on. She leaned forward against the clear plastic of the door, her eyes closed tight as she moaned and panted, her hands pulling at the now rather loose clothing hanging from her body. The shorts she was wearing began to slip lower, revealing an indecent scene which was quickly covered by a black partition. When it seemed there was nothing left to sweat away, the young lady had become a vision of loveliness, her underlying physique revealed. Her skin pulled taut instead of hanging loose as sometimes was the case in other rapid weight-loss methods. It was miraculous. Unfortunately, the feline did not remain on screen for more than a few precious seconds after the process was complete.

"As you can see, Miss Feleina is a full two hundred pounds lighter. Less stress is put on the heart and lungs to pump and breathe. She has an easier time walking. And let's face it, her self-esteem is going to gain a sudden boost unlike anything she's ever experienced before. We want to bring this to the public but we can't do it without you. We still need test subjects. If you're overweight and want to see serious results, call us now. If you meet our criteria, we'll help you break the cycle that has you frustrated and fed up with traditional weight loss methods."

A phone number was flashed on the screen along with the name of the associated laboratory. It really seemed far too good to be true. The tiger mulled the idea around in his head for a few moments before pulling himself off the ground to reach for the phone.

Clinical trials usually meant money, being paid to be a test subject. If it worked as well as they claimed and displayed, how could he lose? He would end up thinner and he would have money to spend on rent. After dropping so much weight, he'd have a much easier time finding a job too.

"Screw it, I don't care if it is a gimmick. I've got nothing to lose." He quickly dialed the number and pressed the handset to his cheek. For the first time in a very long time, he felt a tinge of hope.

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"I'm sorry Tallow but it's out of my hands. The new budget says I hafta cut a certain number of kids from the team and let's face it, you're a big guy, bigger than the usual players in your position. You could do a lot of damage if you wanted. It's got some of the parents concerned, so... I'm gonna hafta let you go. Principle's orders."

Principle's orders indeed. Had it really been up to the coach, Simon likely would have been permitted to stay. The monstrous, three hundred pound, seven foot tall feline simply stared at the older man in disbelief. Despite being called such a diminutive name, another word for beef fat, as well as all the physical and verbal abused designed to 'motivate' him, he still had a good deal of respect for the old weasel. But this was different. The coach was actually disappointed, noticeably dejected at losing the big tiger.

"Coach, you know me, you know what I've been through. You honestly think I'm gonna actually try and hurt someone?"

"It isn't what I think. It's what the parents think. It's what the principle thinks." As he turned to leave, Simon stood up to follow, almost in something of a panic.

"But, I'm only three months away from graduation! If I get cut now, I'll lose my scholarship! I can't afford to go to college without it! Isn't there something you can do? Talk to the principle or something?"

The much smaller fellow sighed and rubbed his eyes, turning back around to face the dark tiger begging to keep his place on the team.

"I've already tried talking. I hate ta lose ya. You're a damn good blocker. But, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry."

And that was the end of Simon's football career, snuffed out before it even really began. Perhaps if he had joined up during his sophomore or junior year he might have had a better shot at staying on through graduation. But that was neither here nor there. He wouldn't be going to college now. It was time to start thinking about life after high school, and all the myriad of low-pay, low-respect jobs he would have to work.

Those events haunted him ever since that awful day.

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Simon opened his eyes to stare up at the cold, sterile ceiling above him. The room was quite devoid of any sort of decor or personality. It was a rather standard isolation room with a few comforts; a twin-sized bed, a sink and mirror for personal hygiene, a lavatory for what anyone might expect such a device to be used for, and a stall shower in the corner. Surprisingly, it all seemed to accommodate him quite well, likely designed to handle those similar to his build. That same dream continued to play through his mind even after waking in so alien an environment, part of the drive behind the decision to take part in the clinical trial. It wasn't the first time he had recalled those events while asleep, though they seemed to come more frequently and more vividly in recent weeks. It all seemed so long ago, and yet it was still quite fresh in his mind.

The tiger shut his eyes again, sighing softly as he waited for some sort of response from his hosts; waiting three, long days. He wasn't sure how much more of this he would be able to take. At least the food they served was decent. He had to get into this trial. He needed so badly what they were offering, not just for his physical health, but for his mental well-being. If he went on too much longer like this, he feared he would sink into a deep depression, one he could never hope to claw his way out of.

He had to get into this trial.

At last, a knock came at the door and he rose from his bed, the springs creaking softly as they were relieved of their duty supporting his heavy form. Across the chilly floor he shuffled, flipping on the light and opening the door to find two young men in lab coats, both of them smiling at the feline.

"Simon Bentalloh?"

The tiger nodded, rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

"Yeah, that's me. You boys finally got your results back yet?"

They both nodded and stepped aside to let the monstrous fellow out of his isolation room.

"We have indeed. Your system is clear of all known diseases and contagions and you've been rated to have an eighty-six percent acceptance rate for the serum. You're well above the acceptable level and your quarantine period is over. Congratulations, you're now officially apart of the first clinical trial."

It was a tremendous weight off Simon's shoulders, just knowing he was actually accepted for once.

"You have no idea how wonderful it is to hear that. Honestly, you really don't. I want to get started right away. What comes next? Is there anything I can do right now?"

The two 'lab rats,' fortuitously described as such by most being the rodents they were, chuckled and nodded as they beckoned the giant cat down the hallway.

"We intend to get you started right away. We'll have you join the others who have been admitted into the trial. The doctor in charge will explain the procedure, how the serum works, and answer any questions you might have. Just come with us." The two snowy-white figures in lab coats turned and ambled down the long corridor with a now rather excited tiger following them. After a brief jaunt through the complex, the trio arrived in a sizable laboratory with several chairs already laid out, many of which were occupied by several heavy-set individuals of varying species, gender, and age. It seemed there would be room for about twenty of them. The tiger took his cue from those already seated and found an empty chair while the group waited for the remaining subjects to arrive.

While they waited, another scientist entered from an adjoining room, wearing the same, traditional coat expected of someone in his position. He was tall, slender, and rather attractive. Gold fur covered his form, pocked with deep, dark spots along his neck that disappeared under the collar of his shirt. Two, distinct 'tear marks' ran down his cheeks which easily identified him as a cheetah, and every time he turned around to examine something in the room, the back of his neck was exposed. Normally, this too would be golden and speckled with dark regions, but instead there was a long, black patch running the full length of his spine, or at least what of it could be seen at present. He wasn't just a typical cheetah, he was a king cheetah. True there wasn't any real difference in species, but rather a shift in fur color similar to the emergence of an albino. It still offered a more imposing sight than a traditional cheetah might.

When at last the remaining subjects arrived and everyone had settled into a chair, the 'regal' feline brought his attention to the group, smiling broadly. Something about that smile did not sit quite right with Simon. It seemed sincere enough, but there was just something about this fellow that rubbed the tiger the wrong way. Maybe he just didn't like cheetahs in general. Perhaps he was jealous of the doctor's stunning, slender physique. Whatever the case was, he was more than willing to put it aside for the chance to be just as thin.

"Hello everyone and welcome to the first round of public clinical trials for the latest breakthrough in weight loss science! I am Dr. James Argic but you can just call me Jimmy if you like. First off, I just want to go around the room and have everyone introduce themselves, tell us a little something about yourselves, maybe why you signed up for the trial, what you hope to gain out of it and why." It sounded more like a seminar than a clinical trial, but perhaps that was just how he intended to segue into his presentation about the product. It began with a portly woman just one row forward and two seats over from the tiger. She stood and gave her name and her reasons for coming. It seemed rather generic, little more than purely cosmetic. She didn't seem to have any trouble socially or emotionally with her weight. It sounded like she was just tired of an article of clothing and wanted to shop for a new dress in how she described her position. It left Simon feeling somewhat annoyed. How could someone like her get put in a trial like this? She was keeping out someone who could honestly use the change in lifestyle, like himself. On it went down the line until it was his turn. The tiger stood, towering over everyone else in the room, dominating the conversation.

"My name is Simon Bentalloh. Some call me Siben, some call me Tallow, which I'm not terribly fond of. I'm seven foot three, and I weigh just about four hundred pounds. As far back as I can remember I've always been big. And I've been picked on relentlessly for it. I was beat up regularly as a kid for being a 'fatty' by all sorts of bullies. It burned me up that they never really got in any serious trouble for what they did, and no matter how angry I got over it all, I never hit back. I just let them use me as a punching bag. Then, in high school, I saw an opportunity. I joined the football team, worked out every day, pushed myself as hard as I could stand and when I couldn't take it anymore, I got back up and kept going. All the hard work kept me from really gaining weight, and I got stronger for it, but I didn't lose weight either. My coach called me Tallow, his way of trying to motivate me. It gave the other players a slur to call me. I was doing great. I had potential, I was going to get a scholarship and go to college. Then, the school's budget got cut and I was dropped from the team as the principle's first pick to be removed. Why? Because he was scared I would hurt someone."

He paused for a moment, almost laughing at the notion while the others listened to his story with sympathy. The whole while, Dr. Argic listened, never taking his eyes off the tiger, seeming to be interested, looking as if he actually gave a damn. Still, there was something there Simon couldn't put his finger on. Regardless, he continued on with his introduction.

"Me, the kid who had been beat roundly at least once a week from the day he turned eight to the day he graduated from high school and never once fought back, was going to hurt someone. Three months before graduation, I lost my scholarship. Three stinking months. I couldn't afford to go to college without that scholarship. So, I've been drifting from job to job ever since, unable to get anything decent, or hold something long enough to be considered a career. People don't want someone as big as me working for them. I'm a 'health hazard' or an 'eyesore' to most folks. I've tried everything. Diets, pills, hypnosis, exercise. Nothing works. I'm tired of it. I'm ready for a change. And it's about damn time this came along."

An uproarious applause followed as he sat down, a couple of the other test subjects leaning over to pat him on the arm or the shoulder, feeling his pain. The woman who spoke first suddenly felt a bit smaller, guilty over her reasons for joining. The rest of the group spoke until everyone had been introduced and the cheetah stood back up from leaning against the counter behind him.

"Alright, now that we all know a little something about one another, I just want to look back over some of the more common reasons you had to come in. Most of you said you don't like how you look, that people make fun of you, that you don't fit into society or it's hard for you to get work. All because you're overweight. Well, we're going to fix that today. There will be no special diets or training regimens. You won't have to wait days, weeks, or months to see results. It will all happen right here, right now. You will lose weight. That is guaranteed. You will be looking at a new you in the mirror before the day is over. And this is how we're going to do it."

Simon, like everyone else, was easily drawn in by all the talk of instant results and shedding massive weight in mere moments. So hypnotized in fact that he hardly even paid attention to how the serum worked, only vaguely catching snippets of phrases like 'goes after protein such and such, the whatsis that holds cellulite together' and 'pours right out' but the rest was essentially a blur.

Eventually, the good doctor had them all stand and move into the adjoining room where the very chamber they had all seen in the commercial stood, waiting for them to enter one by one and step out a new, lighter version of themselves. Tempering everyone's excitement, the cheetah began putting everyone in the order he required.

"Okay, now let's get you all lined up by size, smallest first, biggest last... we wanna slowly build up to see what the serum's upper limit is. Sorry Siben, you'll hafta be in back. But don't you worry, you will get a turn."

He was used to such treatment, but at least James was being polite about it, even calling him by the preferred nickname. It made it seem as though he had become friends with the cheetah. Such feelings served to push away what his instincts were telling him about the cat. He had felt such vibes before from other people, sometimes correctly, sometimes not. Perhaps this was one of those times he was just getting a false impression.

"Alright, I've waited this long, I suppose I can wait a bit longer."

Those who were closer to the back of the line found places to sit, already fatigued from having to carry themselves and stand for so long; it really was a detriment to their health to be so big. Simon on the other hand opted to stand, feeling light on his feet, lighter than he had ever felt before. It was really happening, he was going to finally be rid of the tubby little child he had always been, the football player that couldn't catch a break to get into college. It was all going away at long last.

The first subject stepped up and entered the chamber. Once there, the doctor stepped forward and provided the lady with an injection of the very serum he had discussed earlier, even shown diagrams and computer generated models of its molecular structure to pitch to a crowd that had already been sold on the idea. The clear panel closed and Dr. Argic pulled a curtain forward to conceal the process.

"For your privacy of course. Once the process is finished, you'll step out and head into the next room where you'll wait for the others. When everyone's done, we'll take your 'after' measurements and compare them to the 'before' data gathered just before you went into quarantine. Don't be alarmed if you don't see the person ahead of you leaving, they'll probably want to stay hidden. After all, your clothes aren't going to fit you when you come out. Some might not want to be seen naked."

The idea of clothing no longer hugging tight ramped everyone's excitement up even higher, letting them accept what was being said. Sounds of spinning fans and ventilation hummed away behind the curtain just as a few moans began to radiate out. It sounded just as it had on the commercial. No doubt the first person was pressed against the plastic door just as the leopard had been. Everyone accepted this just as the 'natural' order of the process.

Eventually, the sounds faded and the curtain was drawn back partially. The doctor grinned and looked to the next person in line.

"One down, another ready to go. Let's get you started, shall we?" He seemed a little too chipper about all of this. It was as if he was getting some sort of personal satisfaction, almost a delight out of what was happening. Maybe he was genuinely interested in helping people. Simon's instincts wouldn't be silent, hinting at the idea that there was more here than he was seeing. After hearing the sounds from the other side of the curtain, the next subject was marginally concerned, pausing her progress to ask a single, simple question.

"Will it hurt?"

The cheetah chuckled and shook his head, guiding the young lady up into the collection capsule.

"Not at all. It is one hundred percent pain free. You'll feel a good deal of heat but it won't be as if you're burning. Just imagine how you feel after a long, hard workout. And you'll probably feel like taking a shower after it's over."

She nodded and stepped inside, turning around just before James gave her a similar injection. The curtain was drawn again and the process repeated. Just as before, the same sounds came and went before the next subject was beckoned in.

Again and again the procedure was performed, whittling the party down to a precious few. As the subjects grew progressively larger, the spotted feline found it prudent to steadily increase the size of each dosage. Some explanation about being proportionate to body weight seemed to bubble up in the tiger's mind from the discussion earlier. It seemed to make sense. Each passing success lifted his spirits higher and higher. It was working on everyone. It gave him hope that it would work just as flawlessly on him as well. It was worth waiting in line for.

Finally, it came down to the last session. Dr. Argic pulled the curtain back to reveal the once more empty chamber awaiting its last subject. He padded over to the larger feline and give his shoulder a bump with a curled up fist, trying to be all 'buddy buddy' with someone who could easily rip him in half like a loaf of bread if he were so inclined.

"Well Siben, you ready to slim down? Maybe get back on the football field as a quarterback this time? I'll bet you've got a hell of a throwing arm under all that insulation!"

Insulation, a much more delicate way of describing his extra weight. He seemed to appreciate that, and the idea of playing the game again did appeal to him.

"Yeah, yeah I am! I'd love to go back and try out for a team again!"

The cheetah smirked and gave the tiger's other shoulder a light slap.

"Alright then, let's get you prepped, and when you've made it to the major leagues, you let me know so I can put some money down on ya!" He was quite skilled at the art of flattery, and with how the day had progressed so far, it was working on the oddly colored cat. He stepped into the chamber and turned around just as Dr. Argic approached with a series of needles, injecting him carefully one at a time. To his credit, the good doctor had a steady, practiced hand. Not once did Simon feel the sting of the hypodermic. When his medication had been administered, the door was closed and the doctor stood back, watching with a massive smile on his face.

At first, nothing seemed to happen. It all seemed as if it was waiting for something to trigger the internal chemical reaction. But that changed quickly. A gentle warmth began to spread through Simon's entire body, not enough to elicit any sort of sign of discomfort but indeed noticeable. Within seconds, that gentle warmth built into a rather intense heat, as if standing on a beach in the middle of August on a cloudless day with no breeze. The orange and white striped male began to pant softly, moaning and tugging at his shirt, flapping it to move the air under the fabric in hopes of garnering some sort of relief.

"It's really hot in here. I thought there were some fans or something to try to keep us cool."

James nodded and just chuckled, his arms crossed as he watched his last test subject undergoing the experiment.

"They're already running. Your body heat has been turned up to a level that's usually rather dangerous. It's perfectly normal for the procedure. When it's over, you'll cool back down with no neurological damage."

Simon nodded and continued panting, that ragged breath slowly growing stronger, almost gasps for air as the serum seeped into his every cell, going about its work rapidly. A thin layer of tawny yellow began to emerge under his fur, pooling and dripping off him like a fluid. It was slick and viscous almost like a syrup but it poured free without trouble. Already the tiger could feel his load growing lighter. Pounds were literally melting off of him in mere moments. The floor below had been lined with hundreds of little holes for the run-off to seep down through into what had been called a collection tank. No doubt, it would be packed to capacity after Simon was done.

"It's working! It's actually working! I can't believe it! God it's hot in here! I can already feel how much I've lost!"

Dr. Argic nodded and continued to grin, watching with some strange elation in his eyes.

"You've already gone down about a hundred pounds, and you're still dropping! I may hafta get two containers to hold all of you!"

It was an odd thing to say, and Simon wanted to think he was just being funny, talking about the excess fat that was leaving him, but that notion clawing at the back of his mind didn't want to go away. Eventually, the cheetah did indeed have to change out tanks, just as the tiger was reaching the end of his weight-loss program. He snickered a little through his noisy moans at the sight of swapping out the containers.

"Guess you were right huh. Needed two after all."

The doctor nodded with a laugh that seemed uncharacteristically giddy for the situation.

"Yep! You just take up a lot of space in liquid form!"

It was time to put a stop to that, to correct him.

"That's not me anymore. It used to be, but now it's just a puddle of goo. I'm not gonna hafta put up with hauling that stuff all around anymore!"

Argic shrugged and just stood back to watch the process finish.

"No, I guess you won't, will you. You're lookin' good. Almost there big guy!"

Simon lifted a hand to look over himself carefully starting with an arm. He was still quite out of breath, and feeling that intense heat still radiating out through his body. Shouldn't he have started to cool down yet? He was infinitely skinnier. The muscle he had built up in school was still there albeit slightly atrophied. He had not been working out nearly as hard but at least the act of moving all that weight around kept him from losing too much of the muscle mass. Why was it still going strong?

"How much longer doc? I think I'm about as skinny as I'm gonna get without just melting away completely."

That same smile remained on the spotted feline's face, though it seemed to have taken on a more sinister look.

"Actually Siben, that's the idea," the tiger paused and looked back out at the doctor cackling in front of him, "You all came here hoping to lose weight and come out looking like super models and professional athletes! I knew this was the perfect way to do this! Have fun with the last few seconds of solid form you've got left!"

The tiger's heart began to race. Suddenly his instincts weren't just nagging at him from a distant thought but screaming in his ears. He should have listened to them all along! He looked back at his hand in horror as his fingers began to lose their substance, dissolving and turning to a gooey mass colored by his fur.

"What the hell are you doing to me!? What did I ever do to you!? Let me go! I don't wanna die!" Realizing his best chance for survival might be to try breaking out, the still impressively tall tiger leaned back, then slammed his fading fist into the clear plastic door. A splat was all that came of it, his hand immediately turning to mush and slipping down the smooth surface to join the pooled fat that had collected below. He screamed in terror and began frantically bashing his whole form against the door while much of him still had cohesion. Argic was stunned by this turn of events. No one had managed to hold together long enough to piece it together and try to escape. Immediately, he rushed forward to the latch and tried to hold it shut by hand.

"Just give up! Even if you manage to get out you're just gonna be a puddle! You won't be able to do anything! You're trapped and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Simon's feet began to sink into the floor, portions of his soles no longer able to hold together and bridge the gaps of the little holes. He was being extruded into the collection tank by his own weight! He slammed against the wall again and again, each time leaving a slightly larger splatter of himself until he could not muster the strength any longer, finding it too difficult to move, or even breathe. The dark feline slid down along the slick surface, whining, almost in tears at his predicament. Was this to be how it all ended? Tricked by a weight loss scam? For what purpose? Why? What possible reason could the insane spotted scientist have for doing this?

"I... I ca-can't... gi-give up. No... no!" The world began to fade around him, his vision growing dark as Dr. Argic relaxed in his attempts to hold the tiger back.

"Face it, you fell for something you thought you wanted! You should have just stuck with the old you! The fat you! At least you'd be whole and solid!" A maniacal laugh filled the room, the last thing Simon heard as he felt the last tinges of himself slip from the chamber floor into the tank below and lost consciences, expecting that to be the end.

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Horrific, unpleasant images swirled around in Simon's mind as he tried to cobble together what was left of his existence. Somehow, he managed to survive the melting. Was he the only one who did? What was this strange image he felt in his mind? Was it how he was seeing the world? It had to be. It looked as though he were viewing the laboratory through a small clear window and the rest was silvery metal mashed against his shapeless form. He could make out several other containers nearby of different colored contents. The other subjects? It had to be.

"Ladies and gentlemen. You have all successfully been reduced to a primitive, unorganized, gelatinous state. You came here in the hopes of losing your excess weight and going back to your lives thinking it would be better if you were skinny. You were duped by the standards of society, always demanding everyone look absolutely perfect and beautiful! You couldn't be happy with yourselves! Frankly, I don't really care what brought you in or what you were looking for. I don't give one of my lab assistants' asses about the standards of society! It just worked out that I could play on them! Now, you might be wondering why I've done all this. Why else does a mad scientist do something? For his own satisfaction of knowing that he's done it! And in this case, the added fact that I'm one perverted bastard who gets his jollies off doing all sorts of twisted things." It was the bastard, Argic alright. Gloating over his victory. He had exactly what he wanted apparently, but to what end? The cheetah had stripped out of everything save his lab coat, his groin completely exposed and his arousal painfully apparent as he stroked it tenderly. He moved in to the stack of containers and picked them up one at a time. Each one he carried over to a large vat standing next to a rather luxurious looking chair with a strange arrangement of valves and hosing connected to it. The first container was poured in, appearing to be several gallons of the first test subject. As Simon watched and listened, he was sure he could hear a scream of fear come from whoever it was. Could they talk? It wouldn't hurt for him to try!

"Y-you... b-bastard!" He managed to insult the cat, succeeding really in only amusing him, shown by further laughter, "W-what arrre... y-yoouu d-dowing to us?" His speech came out slurred and broken. Clearly it would take some getting used to talking while in this mutable state.

"Wow, you're actually able to talk! That's impressive. All the others can do is just scream and make incoherent noise. You're actually piecing together coherent thought! It's going to be so much fun absorbing you! See, that's what I'm gonna do. You're all going into this tank, then I'm going to put you in me in a rather fun place... well, fun for me. Then, you're all going to sit there and stew while I absorb you one by one until there's nothing left but me!" He wasn't at all shy about explaining his plans, almost as if he were some sort of cartoonish villain. Were Simon not fighting for his life and sanity right now, he might have found it somewhat humorous.

"Y-you t-twisted freak... You c-can't do this to us! What's the p-point!? You're t-trying to s-teal our fffffat or s-something!?"

Argic paused and pondered the question for a moment.

"Well, I suppose you could say that. But I'm not going to end up all round and bloated like you tubby folks were. No, I'm focusing it all on a very specific place that I've been dying to try this on! You see, I'm gonna suck you all into my balls!" The last statement was delivered with a very odd tone to it, as if the cheetah were some sort of excitable child given a shopping spree in a toy store.

"What!? Why!?"

The doctor shrugged as he poured the third canister into the vat, another scream rising up from it as he did so.

"Because I can? And because it'll probably feel better than the best blow job by the best blow-job-giving hooker ever? Why do I need a reason to do what I do? I'm clinically insane! I've got the documentation to prove it! I do crap like this just because it's fun!"

It all seemed so surreal to Simon. He hoped he was still in the isolation room, dreaming this all up, a nightmare to end all nightmares!

"But... but what about Feleina! The girl from the commercial! You performed it on her!"

The spotted feline rolled his eyes and picked up another canister from a nearby counter, separate from the others. It seemed he was growing annoyed with this discussion.

"Yeah, I did, and she's right here. She hasn't so much as uttered a peep since you all got here. I know she's still alive 'cause I can hear a moan every now and again. Now shaddap and lemme work! I'm horny as hell and you're killing my mood!"

The molten tiger growled a gurgly growl and began trying to slosh himself around inside his prison, unable to splash high enough to get over the lip of the jar. Screams of rage and hate filled the chamber, sounding as though they were coming from someone making such noise from under water. Argic groaned and continued on, adding all of the containers into the vat before unceremoniously dumping Simon in with the rest. Just as he left the container and fell through the air to join his runny companions, the tiger offered one last slur.

"I knew I should never have trusted a cheetah! You slime-ball!"

Argic snickered and moved to settle in his chair, pleased with himself knowing he was done with the hard work and ready for the pay off.

"Actually, I think you're more of a slime-ball now buddy. And don't worry, I'll name someone in my football video game after you."

Simon swirled around with the others in one vast pool, able to hear them all perfectly clear now that they were joined as one. It was as if their minds were brushing past one another, forming and breaking temporary connections, but this odd exploration was put aside as they all realized the valve at the bottom of the vat was opened, letting them sink into the hosing below. The doctor meanwhile prepared himself to open the second valve holding the torrent of living goo back. A somewhat narrow plastic tube, perfectly transparent, was inserted into his still rigid shaft. The act alone brought a shudder from him, then a bit of a purr.

As he worked it in, his length flexed and shifted, looking not unlike a snake trying to swallow its prey. After only a few inches, the tube seemed to collapse on itself as if there was something sucking the air from inside the hose. Could his penis actually be suckling on it?

When he felt he was deep enough, he opened the second valve and the collective cries of disdain flowed down from the vat between his legs, all of the victims able to see, feel, and somehow smell and taste the interior of their new prison. It was as if it had come out of a horror movie, being devoured by some strange alien monster, only in this case the monster was a cheetah's unbending manhood. And it was hungry. Simon could actually hear what he thought were gulps coming from below. As they flowed downward into the spotted feline's crotch, he could actually feel contractions literally sucking the molten victims inward, as if he were drinking them up with a straw.

"Ahhh, and now we enjoy the fruits of our labor! I wonder how many girls are into giant testicles. Eh, if they don't like it, I can just shove'em in there with you guys." Steadily his scrotum swelled as the liquefied test subjects poured in with meager if any resistance. Simon struggled to find a way to slow their progress, perhaps even halt and reverse it, but it was to no avail. The ravenous member would not be stopped. Within a matter of minutes, the cheetah's sac had grown to ridiculous proportions, well past the size of the average beach ball and still going.

As the vat emptied, their pace slowed, as if the gorging rod was straining, trying to get its money's worth at this all-you-can-eat buffet from hell. With less strength dragging them down the tube, the longer it would take to finish. It seemed Argic liked that. He could sit back and relish the experience as his testes sloshed and swelled, his victims still screaming and crying out for help or mercy. Neither came. The tiger continued his resistance in futility until at last, he lost contact with the plastic tube and felt nothing but hot, musky cheetah flesh all around him. It was done. They were all in.

The rather mad doctor snickered and giggled in giddy delight over just how well his plan had worked, giving his bloated genitals a firm pat. As he stood, they sagged down to just half an inch off the floor, forcing his legs apart to a certain extent, yet squeezing the two orbs and forcing them to bulge in front and in back to accommodate the pressure at the sides. He found himself malleable and easily manipulated, almost like a giant pair of water balloons, giving him all the required mobility needed to walk. He turned and headed out of the laboratory to a much more private room where he could enjoy his newly grown scrotum in quiet and comfort.

Inside however, it was chaos. Simon struggled to make sense of it all, trying so very hard to hold on to who he was and his ability to move. When the world stopped swaying and swishing around, he felt two palms press in on the world holding him in. Argic was enjoying this, and it angered the tiger. He had to find a way out. Maybe he could reach one or two of the others and they could work together! He began calling out, trying to rally the troops for a daring escape, but the rest were too frightened. One above all the others seemed to be screaming even louder than her peers. It was the woman he had shamed with his story. She was beyond terrified. Something was happening to her. He could feel it. She was fading away!

"Help me! Someone please help me! I can't hold on! Please! Anyone! Get me out of here!" Her pleas continued to grow fainter and fainter, until at last... they vanished completely. Outside, a sickening sigh of satisfaction followed. He had felt one of the lives as it was extinguished, and even reveled in it! He killed someone for the sheer pleasure of it! A fire had been light in Simon now. He could not stand this any longer. He roared with the repressed rage and fury of more than twenty-five years of beatings, ridicule, and discrimination, somehow managing to summon the will to fight back against his captor.

"Mmm, nothing like a sac full of idiots ta make ya feel all warm and fuzzy," Just as the feline settled in to savor the long process of converting everyone he had consumed into his own ejaculate, he felt a strange upwelling from within. It gave him pause and he looked down quizzically at his scrotum, "What's all this now? Is he still trying to win?" A rather unusual and somewhat disconcerting chill ran up his spine as Simon's berserk attack began to take its toll on the cheetah. He grunted unhappily and wrapped his arms around his stomach, feeling somewhat nauseous from whatever it was the tiger was managing to do.

Harder and harder the liquid tiger pushed, straining to fight against the wicked cat. At last, a result came from his efforts. Argic yelped loudly in shock and disdain as he felt his waistline suddenly expand, then his arms, chest, and legs swelled outward. He was suddenly gaining weight! He was turning just as fat as any one of those he had melted and poured into himself! His breathing suddenly grew labored and his heart was forced to pump all the harder just to keep up the pace. It was very uncomfortable suddenly gaining so much girth! Even his voice had suffered, sounding now as if he were being strangled by a weak noose.

"What the hell are you doing!? You aren't supposed to be able to do anything like this! It's scientifically impossible!" The cheetah gurgled helplessly, now unable to move under his new bulk. So much for his impressive physique. All he could do was lay there and squirm helplessly while the tiger exacted his revenge, not even able to realize exactly what it was he was doing. There was no thought behind it, only will, sheer will to survive and end the evil spotted feline. Louder Argic groaned, not like those who had been melted before, but in pain. Something was causing him intense agony all over. He looked to his hands and saw his flesh beginning to sag and droop, then drip right off him. He was melting! Just like his victims had!

This stunning realization whipped the 'good' doctor into a frenzy of untamed fear. He couldn't have ingested some of his own serum could he have? Was there a lingering effect from introducing it to living flesh? No! That was impossible! He tested all the possible undesirable interactions imaginable! This was not supposed to be happening at all! A growl rose up in his ears, a deafeningly infuriated growl, further demoralizing him and driving him deeper into submission. His arms and legs all lost their cohesion as did the 'blob' of his gut. Even his facial features were beginning to fade as if he were a wax statue and he had fallen too close to the fire.

"No! Stop it! I'm supposed to be the winner! Not you! I planned it all out so carefully! You can't do this to me! I'm a genius!" He managed to get out those last few words before his throat collapsed, melting away with the rest of him. A few lingering gurgles came forth before he lost his grip on reality and the cheetah seemed to come apart altogether, almost like watching a balloon full of jelly popping and spreading out across the floor. Dr. James Argic was gone, and the world was better for it. The rest of the test subjects all cried out in sorrow as they realized they would just evaporate unless someone could somehow manage to put them back together, but that seemed quite impossible. How could you make individual people solid once they had melted and merged with others? It seemed so final being nothing but a puddle of goo.

And yet, there was hope.

Simon wasn't done yet. Ridding them of the doctor was just the first step. Now, he was somehow miraculously pulling their collective forms back together. The puddle drew back in on itself, gradually forming a distinct shape. Arms, legs, chest, tail, head, then finer details came through. Fur patterns, fingers, claws, eyes, teeth, whiskers, it was all coming back! Within a matter of minutes, Simon had managed to pull himself back together. He was his old self again! Well, not quite. He panted and lounged there on the floor before looking down at his reconstituted body. A loud groan escaped him as he realized he was even bigger now than when he came in to the clinic! It had all been for nothing!

But... what happened to the others? If he was here, and he was even fatter than before, where were the rest of the trial subjects?

"You bastard! You were in on this with him the whole time weren't you!?" The voices were still there, and they were angry.

"You double crossed him because he double crossed you didn't you!?" How could they accuse him of being in league with such a vile person? Didn't they see who he was while they were connected?

"You'll never get away with this! You'll go to jail forever and we'll haunt you until the day we all die together!"

Somehow, in his effort to rebuild himself, they had regained some sense of self, able to form thoughts and speech. Was he the only one who had been able to keep his wits about him throughout the whole process? Surely someone in there didn't blame him. But there were an awful lot of voices in his head. They weighed down upon him more than his new massive frame, bringing him to tears, sobbing loudly, unable to think of what to do to help them.

As their insults piled down atop him, he felt himself snap once more, a roar filling the room and shaking the walls. His unconscious mind took control once again, somehow manipulating the very flesh he was made of and changing himself. The new weight seemed to disappear as if he were losing air, but it had shifted to a new location, his groin. Just as Argic had enjoyed a bloated set of testicles, so too was he now. The movement continued as he lay there, bellowing at the ceiling until he fell limp and breathless, slim once more. Just as slim and toned as he had been in the collection capsule before the rest of him started melting.

"W-what the hell was that!? How the hell did I pull that off!?" He glanced over his trim shape before gazing upon his rather sizable scrotum, large enough to have matched that of the cheetah's before he reclaimed his body. Flashes of information passed his mind, details of the workings of the serum and how the mad scientist had learned to absorb others flowed through his head from some unknown source. He was now in possession of his former captor's memories! He knew everything that damned cheetah knew! Maybe he could put it to good use! Immediately, he began sifting through it for answers, desperate to be quick about it for fear of accidentally killing another victim.

"Let us out right now you striped freak! We've all got lives to get back to and yours isn't any more important than ours! We'll make your life hell if you don't do something!"

All the noise in his mind made it almost impossible to focus, anger, hate, fear, sorrow, all the emotions of the others trapped inside him bled through into his thoughts. All he could do was try.

"Would you all shut the hell up and let him think!? If you'd stop for two seconds, you might realize that he's actually trying to help us!" The voice sounded familiar but only vaguely. The shout had caught the tiger off guard, sending his train of thought to a crashing halt as he tried to determine who it was defending him. Just as he struggled to identify the voice, the others faded, not as if dying but as if someone had turned the volume down on them, or created some sort of partition between Simon's mind and the distraught crowd, "Don't listen to them, just focus... I know what you're doing and I know how difficult it is. Just keep working. I'll keep the others in line."

A flash of a thought passed into the tiger's head as the voice spoke to him. It was the panther from the commercial! She was still alive! But more than that, she was helping him somehow.

"How do you know what I'm doing? Even I don't know what I'm doing!"

A quiet chuckle answered him.

"You're looking around through that twisted mind of Argic's for some answer to our situation. I can see it. It's vague and hard to make out but it's there. I'd be able to see more clearly if you let me in. And the others would see that too if they weren't too busy screaming their heads off." What a curious thought, that she could see into his mind, but more than that into the copy of the 'good' doctor's mind he had inherited.

"How can you know what I'm thinking about? Are you psychic?"

The panther sloshed softly inside his scrotum, trying to pull his focus away from the others trapped inside him and perhaps force him to concentrate on the conversation.

"We're connected, we all are. The minute he poured us all into that vat, we sort of merged, sorta like how pouring two different kinds of alcohol together makes a cocktail. It was an unexpected side effect, one that you innately took advantage of when you took over his body. Now, keep looking, I'll try to calm them down. We can talk more later." With that, the faint connection faded and Simon was left alone with his thoughts as he surfed through them again and again. Until, he came across something that might be the key to their salvation. He dug deeper to find more information until he saw the memories so clearly it was as if he had lived through it himself.

"Okay! I think I've got something! I can let you all out easily enough, but the way you are right now, it'd just be one big puddle. If I tried to let you out one at a time, there's the chance that when I try to help you reform, I might have left part of you out and gotten something from someone else in its place. So, we're going to try something a little different. I need a volunteer for the first attempt. If it works, I'll be able to let you all out. If it doesn't, I can try to suck you back in and try it again."

Again, the voices were nothing but a sea of chaos until the panther spoke again, quieting them all for a conversation with the tiger.

"I think I've got a volunteer for you. I'll try to collect her together near the exit. I think I know what you've got in mind, I tried that earlier but I couldn't pull it off. The canister was too small." Once she finished speaking, he could feel movement inside him again, as if there was some sort of odd current flowing through his balls. Oddly, it was somewhat enjoyable. He began to understand why James liked this. The current didn't last long, and a quiet 'ready' came from somewhere inside him. It was now or never.

"Okay, here goes..." He shut his eyes tight and focused on the thought of putting whoever it was back together, imagining transferring the thought to them. Just as he attempted this, he felt a connection made with another mind. It was quiet, frightened but quiet, listening and waiting for him to begin. When the connection was made, it took the tiger's breath away. He could see the thoughts of a woman, a rabbit, even recall the self-image she carried with her. It made things much easier as Simon continued on. Within moments, he could feel it beginning to work, even beyond the scope of his initial efforts. It was as if he had attempted running a program, then transferred it to the lapin while still in progress. He could feel something beginning to solidify inside his scrotum, telling him it was time to get her out.

The tiger gripped his member and began to pump furiously, not interested in savoring the moment but simply getting it over with as quickly as possible. It couldn't be terribly dignified, being nothing more than someone's ejaculate. Still, it was the best way he could think of to save everyone inside him. The seconds ticked away as he felt the rabbit growing less and less malleable until at last he tilted his head back and groaned loudly, unleashing a mighty torrent of hare-goo. The woman's still shapeless form splattered across his belly and down onto the floor under him as the last few drops of her escaped his shaft. He lay there and panted heavily as he watched the curious pool pulled inward on itself, slowly taking shape until a distinct figure appeared atop his stomach. She lay there panting just as heavily as the tiger under her, gradually solidifying completely, then managed to sit up and began trying to clean herself off before pausing, seeing her new body.

"This isn't what I looked like when I was melting."

Simon nodded and gave her a pat on the back, still trying to catch his own breath.

"You look just as skinny as you should be, don't you?"

She shook her head and slid off his stomach, standing up and moving to look in a nearby mirror. Apparently Argic wanted to be able to see just how big his sac would be after the procedure.

"No, I mean I'm a different color. I was brown all over... and I had a sort of creamy tan on my chest and tummy. My boyfriend joked about me being a chocolate easter bunny. Now it's... it's the other way around, light all around and dark in the middle."

The tiger furrowed his brow and sat up to gaze over the nude, and rather ravishing hare.

"It is? That's weird. I wonder what did that."

"Yeah... that is weird. But I'm me again and that's what counts. Thank you... thank you so much for saving me."

Simon sighed in relief and reached down to pat his still massively swollen scrotum.

"It worked. She's just fine. Now we just need to do everyone else." With that, he reached out to Feleina to help 'assemble' the next refugee. Another few moments later there was a second rescued puddle of liquid person pulling themselves together atop the tiger. Again, he repeated the process until his hands began to cramp. With five or so still left to save, the rabbit who emerged first stepped in to assist, running her fingers across the selfless tiger's rod. With her assistance, he managed to retrieve the others, save one. Feleina.

"That's everyone but me. But... um... can you wait until the others leave?"

It was an odd request but Simon obliged.

"Hey um... I've got one more in here and she doesn't want to come out with everyone still watching. She'd like to come out with just me here. Guess she's still a little self-conscious."

The rest of the group nodded and stumbled out into the laboratory, finding whatever clothing they could to conceal themselves in for decency's sake. When Simon was alone with the leopard still sloshing away in his sac, he assured her it was clear and she lowered her defenses. After so much practice, the tiger had managed to gain a bit of skill and speed with his ability to bring people back from a liquid state. He saw her form concealed in his flesh and mustered the strength to work himself over just one more time. Of course, it didn't hurt that the leopard inside was rocking away, actually humping at the fleshy walls holding her in.

Moans of unique pleasure escaped both felines, the striped fellow forced to slow his pace with his aching arm. Slowly, almost painfully, he pushed himself closer and closer to climax while his occupant seemed to share his sounds of passion, arching her back and shivering in ecstasy. With the two working in unison, timing their thrusts to coincide, it took little added effort to achieve the desired goal. Simon threw his head back and filled the room with a powerful cry of elation as a dark feline form was forced up into his already impressively enhanced shaft and out into the world one penile convulsion at a time.

On television, she had been a traditional leopard, golden fur with dark rosettes, but now, like the others, she seemed to have been the victim of a redecorating reversal. She stood, cleaning herself off and marveling at the deep, rich coloration she now sported, dotted with large flecks of gold. Without turning around, she simply collapsed against the tiger, knowing full well he was there and that he would catch her. In his gallantry, he did. She purred deeply and smiled, squirming to press back against the tall, striped figure.

"Mmm, s'good to be solid again. Thanks Siben," Had she heard Argic call him that? Perhaps. He had been able to converse with him while in the tank, "You were kinda cute before the change, but you look even better without the weight."

He blushed at the comment, still not entirely sure how she knew all of this.

"Um... thanks. You look rather lovely yourself now that you're out two hundred pounds. Not that you weren't nice before... I just mean... you know..."

She giggled and spun around atop the tiger, grinning from ear to ear.

"I know. I know. While we were in the big pool together, I picked up on a few things from you. I'm a little surprised you didn't pick up on a few things of mine. And by the way, I like the new eyes. I don't think they'd work on most folks but you pull it off."

Again, the tiger wasn't exactly sure what she was talking about, but he did feel something strange, something unexpected, between her legs.

"My eyes?"

Feleina nodded and pulled him up to his feet and walked him over to the mirror to see for himself.

"Yeah, they're backwards... kinda. What's supposed to be white is all gold colored and what's supposed to be gold is white. It's just flipped, like your fur. It's pretty."

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror quietly for a moment, not just noting the change in his eyes, but his entire form. It was exactly what he wanted. Everything was perfect. It was easier to breathe, he didn't feel like his heart was about to explode just from walking across the room, and he didn't feel like he was going to fall through the floor. What caught his attention was seeing the leopard in the mirror, and finding exactly why she asked for the privacy. She was almost as well endowed as he was!

"You're a guy!?"

The more feminine of the two dark cats chuckled and shook hir head.

"No, I'm a girl, I just happen to put a lot of guys to shame as well. I'm... I'm a hermaphrodite. That doesn't bother you does it, Siben?"

He wasn't exactly turned off by the discovery, but then again he had not really put much thought into what he considered his preference on the matter. All it seemed to him was a good way to find out where he stood, provided shi was interested in letting him explore that side himself with hir.

"I don't see why it would. Why do you ask?"

A sly little grin spread across hir lips.

"Well, I was hoping maybe you'd come back to my place with me. I got a snapshot of your apartment, it's small, not terribly accommodating for a pair of lovers. I've got a bigger place, and a bigger bed. Whadaya say?"

The newly invigorated tiger needed little further encouragement, wrapping an arm around Feleina and offering hir cheek a kiss.

"Just find me something to wear in public and we're outta here."

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The group managed to depart the facility with little attention drawn, returning to their lives to surprise their friends and families while two dark figures hurried off to the leopard's home. Once there, they shed the ill-fitting clothing and collapsed on the bed in each other's arms. Simon admitted that from the moment he saw hir undergoing the transformation on television, he couldn't stop thinking about hir. He was unbelievably delighted to not only finally have someone to be romantically attached to, but that it was the very feline he had ended up a 'smitten kitten' over from less than thirty seconds of air-time. Shi was content to muse about the awful situation and how it had turned out.

"I can't believe it all turned out like this. I thought we were doomed when he sucked us in... and... well... I kinda thought it was hot too. Always wondered what it would be like if someone could do that."

Simon laughed and licked at Feleina's nose affectionately, somehow finding the sensation of hir length pressed against his rather enjoyable.

"So you actually fantasized about someone swallowing you with their dick?"

Shi giggled and blushed, burying hir face in his plush, luxurious chest.

"Yeah! I guess so! I know I'm weird, but hey, I got to see what it was like and survived! Except for the whole 'him wanting to absorb us all and kill us off' thing, it was kinda fun. Not to mention kinky."

The inverted tiger chuckled and let his hands slip down along the dark leopard's back, pressing his palms into the swell of hir rump and thus mashing their sheaths together more firmly.

"You sound like you wanna do it again."

A sparkle twinkled in hir eyes at mention of the idea, cuddling close to hir big, strong hero.

"Maybe I do. Would you let me? Sounded like you enjoyed having me in there while we were working to get me out."

Simon blushed and chuckled quietly.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt, so long as no accidental absorptions go on. I'm not exactly happy that I killed the guy even though he deserved it. I don't like the idea of people dying because of me."

A finger rose up and lightly tapped at the end of the tiger's muzzle.

"Well you don't have to worry about that. I spent enough time as goo to pick up on a few tricks. I can melt back down into a puddle if I want, and unless I'm mistaken, you can too. So how do you want me? Whole, or runny?"

Simon paused and thought about it for a moment, wondering which way would be more fun. Finally, he just shrugged and gave up realizing they could do it as often as they liked.

"Surprise me, honey."

The ravishing feline atop him giggled and purred, slowly melting away atop him, becoming not unlike a living 'blanket' over the male, massaging his form tenderly, lovingly, as shi pooled hirself around his groin. It seemed she was quite eager to slide back in, already managing to push into the tiger's shaft. Before shi could make much headway, shi gasped in surprise as shi felt a sudden tug drag hir much deeper than shi had expected to reach so soon.

Simon shivered and lowered his gaze back to his crotch.

"Wow, what did you do? That felt interesting."

"I didn't do anything... what did you do?"

The tiger shook his head softly in confusion.

"I didn't do anything either. Maybe it was a reflex. Try pushing in again."

The panther agreed but before shi could make good on the request, another tug dragged hir in even further, shocking them both. Shi was certain there was something to investigate at this point.

"Okay I know I didn't do anything that time. Are you sure you're not doing anything honey?"

Again, Simon shook his head.

"I don't even know how to do anything like that."

Feleina decided it might be best to pull free for the moment, but for some reason, shi couldn't. It was as if the tiger's length had a mind of its own. He trembled softly as another 'gulp' dragged his new lover deeper, eliciting a soft giggle from the liquefied panther.

"Oh no! The evil tiger's going to trap me in his balls and never let me out! Whatever will I do!?" It seemed when there was nothing to fear, shi enjoyed playing the damsel in distress, letting the hungry member swallow hir down as shi feigned struggling against it. Hir resistance seemed to only further spur on Simon's rod, slurping and swallowing the shapeless cat. Moans of elation escaped the owner of the semi-sentient shaft, his hands caressing the thing as he felt his lover slide into him, swelling out his scrotum further and further until the last of hir vanished from sight. Simon shivered and gave his engorged sac a firm stroking as Feleina sloshed about inside.

"Ooo... that was fun... we'll definitely have to do this again. You gonna turn solid again or what?"

"Mmm, I think I'll stay gooey for a while, let you wander around the house with me just sloshing around in here. Then, when you're ready to make love to me properly, you can just squirt me out with the rest of your spooge."

The tiger laughed and lay there, his hands now on his heavily swollen scrotum, purring loudly as he settled into the idea of doing this every single day for the rest of his life.

"Hehehe, I've got living spooge for a girlfriend. I like that. Hell I love this whole transformation thing, able to do all this kinky stuff. If we can do it, then the others I let out should be able to, right?"

A soft vibration brought a tremble to the tiger's crotch as the leopard inside purred in hir gelatinous form.

"Yeah, they should be able to, though they probably won't figure it out until later. Why? What's on your mind, Siben?" A wry little grin spread across his muzzle as he let the thought roll around and develop in his head.

"Well, I know everything Argic knew. Why don't we continue his clinical trials? I bet I could even disguise myself as him if I needed to. And instead of trying to kill people off for giggles, we tell them up front what it does and help them learn how to control it... or at least figure out a way to take off the fat without melting someone entirely. Not sure if the world would appreciate having an army of gooey folks."

Feleina laughed and solidified a hand briefly to massage hir new mate from inside, silencing him into a purr while shi spoke.

"An army of gooey folks... I like the sound of that. The world would be a better place if we were nothing but goo taking solid form. I say we go for it. Let's go into business together!"

The tiger snickered and gave his rounded sac a pat, sitting up and rolling off the bed before heading to the bathroom.

"First a shower, then the world... and don't be surprised if I let you out a bit early... just try not to go down the drain. I'd hate to have to call a plumber to save the woman I love."

The leopard giggled and sloshed happily about inside him with every step.

"I'll be careful, and I love you too Siben."