Cindy was confused. It was dark around her, and she couldn't move for some
reason. Desperately the mouse girl tried to remember where she was and what
had happened.  But it was all so blurry.

There was the lab. Yes, that was it. She had been going to that lab, applying
for that "templating" offer. Over a thousand dollars just to stand in some
sort of scanner for half an hour. At least that was what they had told her.
The machine had been open and not the least threatening, but then? She
couldn't remember a thing afterwards. Had she been drugged? If she could just
see where she was, but everything was dark and confined. Her mouth felt weird
she realized. Dry and rubbery. As if she hadn't drunk anything in ages.

----

The mouse girl jerked up from her assignments as the doorbell rang. A quick
glance out of the window showed her a yellow van with a postal sign, just
as the jackal in a black postman uniform jumped back into and drove off.
Apparently he saw her in the window, as he waved shortly.

The mouse girl smiled at him, then hurried down the stairs, taking two steps
at once. Her tail swayed to balance her flight.  Gracefully she landed on the
bottom and rushed to the door. And indeed, there was a rather small package
half way crammed into the letter box.

From 'Living Polymere Limited', research labs. Postbox 322796, Terningham
To Cindy Alanson, Deisson road 23, ...

Dimly she remembered that the friendly guy in the lab coat had told her she
would receive a sample of the first test batches, even before the product made
it into stores. She had received a check on the spot, and it had paid for her
tuition for the whole semester. Smiling she opened the package.

In it were some glossy printed company ads. About products, but also some info
about career opportunities, including options for a paid internship. She
glanced over them and decided to keep those for later.

There was also a smaller box wrapped in paper and a letter.

Dear Miss Alanson.

Thank you again for acting as a template for our new "Living Polymere"
product.  I am very happy to tell you that we have passed all company internal
tests and the product designed with your data is now ready to be delivered to
a selection of retail stores to get some customer feedback. Needless to say, I
personally wrapped the very first of the new batch for you in this very
letter. Please enjoy.

As though the contract you signed allows us to produce and exploit the data
you have provided us for any derivative work, we would be happy to compensate
you for coming here for additional scans or interviews.

Your feedback on the product would of course be highly appreciated. If you
have any suggestions regarding the flavour and texture, we can still adapt
them before going into mass production if you call me or write me before May
the 31st.

Sincerely

Dr. Thomas Mc Gregor
Head of research.
Living Polymere Ltd

The letter was printed, but personally signed by the friendly grey ferret she
remembered meeting briefly at the lab.

Eagerly she opened the paper around the smaller box. It had a few bubbles
printed on them and a Living Polymere logo, but it looked as if the design for
the box hadn't been finalized yet. There was a stylized image of a little
mouse looking remotely like her riding on a bubble, and it said "bubblegum".

Eagerly she opened it.

----

Cindy was dizzy from all the shoving. Whatever her prison was, it had been
moved a lot. At some point thrown, driven in a car, then in another car. She
was close to despairing. At last it felt as a giant was handling her
confinement, tilting it this way and that until she was all dizzy. Finally a
shimmer of light squeezed in through a gap. For the first time she was able to
see something. It looked like she was laying on plastic, in a giant cardboard
box.

Then the lid of the box opened. The light was suddenly very bright, and she
wanted to blink and clench her eyes shut, but her eyelids didn't want to
respond. As if some how they had been glued open.

----

The box held a little white plastic tray. The mouse girl wondered why such an
elaborate packaging for apparently just one piece of bubblegum, even though a
big one. Then she smiled, realizing the gum was shaped as a mouse, just like
herself. More than just. This was apparently what they had needed to scan her
body for. It was a bit creepy seeing the level of detail. Even the fine
pattern in her fur was modelled in the texture of the chewing gum.

There was another sheet of paper in the box, and she took it to read the fine
print.

Attention. This is a test series product. It has been thoroughly tested and
complies with all health and food safety standards. However we cannot
guarantee that there won't be individual counter reactions. Therefore we
advise that you are using this product at your own risk and we can not be held
legally responsible for any damage or health implications.  Please bring it
back to the place of purchase and you will be refunded if you cannot agree to
those conditions.

Notice: To extend the products longevity, it has been surface dried. It might
take a short moment to regain its intended texture and full flavour.  If the
product has been exposed to moisture, please use it immediately or dispose.

----

Cindy would have clenched her eyes shut if she could. This was surreal. She
had just been picked up by a giant version of herself, who was just reading an
also giant paper note. Like in a nightmare, where she was a toy in a toy box.
And like in one of those she was unable to move. Unable to do anything, as the
giant version of her put the paper down and curiously lifted her up with two
fingers, squeezing her waist from both sides. It felt squishy, as if her body
was all soft and gave in. But weirdly enough that didn't hurt at all. Then she
was lifted close to the face. To her own face. And behind there were the
familiar furniture of her own living room, except so much bigger.

The big mouse turned her around, running a finger over her tail that was snug
neatly next to her leg. That too, she couldn't move, and the touch of the huge
finger felt weird. As if her skin was made from some rough dry substance.

Then she saw the box with the bubblegum imprint and the letter from the lab
laying on the table and something started to dawn to her. Apparently this
wasn't a dream at all...

----

The mouse girl turned her tiny bubblegum version around to investigate it from
all sides. The level of detail was astonishing. It was almost creepy. She
turned the bubblegum mouse around again and stuck it between her lips, legs
first. The note had been right, it felt hard and quite dry and had no taste at
all at first. But then again most chewing gums you had to chew a bit till they
tasted right.

----

Cindy stared at her big versions lips parting in front of her, her own row of
sharp rodent teeth above. And then she felt the tongue touch her legs. Warm
and wet. It would have felt really good if she hadn't been so freaked out. The
moisture was like a drop of water in the desert, and she realized how much her
body ached for any liquid. Almost instantly a whole lot more feeling came back
and she was able to flex her leg again. But then, while her shoulders were
still held by the big mouse's fingers the teeth came down like giant pliers.
Embedded themselves into her tiny body and kept squeezing.

She wanted to scream, but no sound escaped her still dry throat. And there was
no pain either. As the teeth crushed her leg, and belly, she felt herself
being squished together softly, but no bones broke and no skin tore. She just
got compressed and flattened, the shape of her giant teeth imprinted deeply
into her body.

A gasp was all that escaped her tiny body, and then the teeth went up again,
the tongue rolled around her now deformed legs and dragged her further inside.

----

Even on the very first bite, the chewing gum tasted really good. So good that
she decided to comment the Dr on his formula, she wouldn't have any
suggestions about change. Not too sweet, just as she liked it. Eagerly she
took the mouse gum further in, rolled it around in her mouth and gave it two
more bites, savoring the flavor which always was best during the first few
bites. Only then she became aware of the movement in her mouth and the tiny,
barely audible squeak.

With a cold shiver of doubt, she stopped chewing and opened her mouth,
pushed the wriggling chewing gum to her lips and took it carefully with two
fingers. It felt softer now that it was moist.

The mouse gum looked warped. A row of tooth imprints went at an angle from its
waist up to about chest hight on the right side, had mangled its right arm and
stuck it to its side. The legs were a squished mass that she had pressed
together, warped and chewed.

Overall it did look how you expected a partially chewed chewing gum to look.
White, soft and glossy. Except that this one was moving. The mouse's little
chest was heaving, straining to fill her lungs with air, and its head was
looking straight at her, straight into her eyes.

The mouse girl yelped out in horror and let the half chewed mouse drop to the
table.

----

Cindy clenched her eyes shut, this time successfully, expecting a painful
impact. But as she hit the table, her soft, mangled  body absorbed the shock
with a dull sticky thud. Filling her lungs with air was straining, but
eventually it worked. Only now it dawned her that she hadn't breathed at all
the entire time, hadn't even needed to. Laying on her back at first, she
managed to bend forward into a half sitting position, able to examine her own
body for the first time. She was all white, and even where the tooth imprints
crossed her belly, there was no blood, no change in texture. She felt her
legs, one mangled mess right now, but there was no pain. It even had felt
somewhat nice being pressed together and reformed like that. But how could
this be?

Her big version finally approached the table again, leaning over her.

"You are alive!. How can you be alive? I'm so sorry, I thought you were just
chewing gum. But you taste like chewing gum..."

"I don't know." Cindy managed to reply. Her voice was tiny and squeaky, but at
least she was able to speak now.

"All I know was I went into that scanner at the lab, and then I remember
waking up in that box."

It took the two Cindys not long to exchange their differing experience since
the visit at the lab.

"So let me get this straight. I went to the lab, got myself scanned, and then
they made you from that scanning. But now you are me, except that you are
bubblegum?"

Cindy looked at her own body. She was slowly drying, and her mangled legs that
she had been able to at least twitch a bit, had stuck to the table and were
growing itchy and harder to move. She tried to get her right arm unstuck and
eventually succeeded, though it felt really weird. A thin, almost skin like
thread connected her elbow to her belly, oozing like glue while growing
thinner, until eventually it ripped.

Also the tooth imprints in her belly had grown less deep by now, her breathing
and moving slowly shifted them.

Slightly grossed, she touched her own side where she was most wet and squeezed
what was supposed to be her skin. Her fingers stuck, and pulled the same white
oozing threads, becoming thinner until they ripped as she pulled her paw
back.

"Eww, Yuck!" She shook her paw in disgust for a moment. Realizing that the
wetness was basically her big versions saliva. She looked up to her big
version, who was still waiting for an answer.

"I guess..." she rose her right paw. Her lower arm was flattened by a tooth
print and at slightly odd angle but felt normal other than that. She took her
own finger into her mouth, tasted, then bit, flinching.

But it didn't hurt. She felt her finger getting deformed, her own teeth
embedding, tasted her own flavor even.

Cindy looked at her paw. It now had a tiny version of the same tooth
imprints, but looked normal other than that. Felt normal. She could still flex
it.

"I am bubblegum. I really am bubblegum. But how? Why? What do I do now?"

Cindy's big version shook her head.

"I am calling the lab. I want an explanation for that at least. Maybe they
know how to fix this."

Fix this? Cindy wasn't sure whether it was such a good idea to call that lab.
She tried to imagine how she would behave if she was her 'normal' version and
suddenly there was a tiny live chewing gum version of herself on the table.

"No, don't..." she tried to stop herself, but the big Cindy had already turned
her back and had the phone in her paw.

doooot

doooot

Hello and welcome to Living Polymere
You are calling outside of our business hours.
Our phone hours are Monday to Friday from 8 am to 1 pm and from 2 pm to 5 pm.
Please leave a message with your name and phone number after the beep.

The mouse girl waited for the beep, stumbled the beginning of words for two
times, unsure what to say. But 'Hello, you send me a mini bubblegum version of
myself, what shall I do now?' sounded rather stupid in her head. Without
having said anything she hung up.

Cindy meanwhile attempted to sort the entangled sticky mess that had been her
legs. Her legs and tail had all more or less been kneaded into a single ball
of gum that was stuck to the table. She still felt it as part of herself, but
she had no idea what to make of it. With both paws she pulled on her own tail
where it led and fused into the warped mess until she felt herself stretch and
her tail grow thinner. With a desperate look she glanced at her big version.

"Can you help me? I'm stuck."

'Big' Cindy hesitated to touch her bubblegum version at first, but eventually
grabbed her with two finger tips and pulled. Cindy felt herself getting
stretched, then suddenly came loose with an oozing sensation, pulling more
white strings. A tiny bit of her kept stuck to the table.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" big version asked her, concerned.

Cindy shook her head. Her big counterpart held her carefully in her left,
trying to rub of the stain from her table before it stuck permanently.
Eventually she had a tiny ball of gum between her fingers, looking between it
and bubblegum Cindy, unsure whether to put it back.

"Do you feel that?" she asked. Cindy shook her head, wondering what part of
herself that tiny bit of gum substance had been. She didn't feel like anything
particular was missing. But when her big version just stuck it back to her
entangled bottom it felt again like it had always been part of her.

"I'm sorry about your legs." big Cindy stated. "Maybe I can pull them apart
again?"

Cindy didn't think that would work, but it was worth a try. "Yes, please, I
can't seem to do it."

Cindy's body felt harder, being out of her big versions mouth for a while now.
Her thighs were just flattened, but below that it was one lump. Big Cindy
didn't even try to exactly restore her legs, but simply split the lump into
two halves, stretched them lengthwise as if working with play dough.

Cindy gasped open mouthed, shivering slightly as she was formed like that. It
was the weirdest feeling, being pressed and pulled apart in this way. But
weirdly enough it seemed to work. What was being formed as her legs actually
felt like her legs again.

"Is that OK? I don't know what I'm doing, maybe I should stop."

"No, please," Cindy answered, panting. She felt like blushing, but of course
her white textured cheeks didn't show anything. "I think it works. Only if you
could do my tail, please?" Hopefully she looked at her big version.

Big Cindy nodded, smiling, then turned her around and attempted to pull out a
thin strand of gum from her legs. It didn't work that well, the thin strand
didn't stay together and ripped, forcing Cindy to gasp again at the oozing,
pulling sensation. Her big version looked at the bit of detached gum, then
just pulled of a bit more from one of Cindy's legs. They had seemed uneven
anyway, and rolled it between two fingers into a long thin strand.

She wasn't really expecting that to work, as she attached the thin strand to
Cindy's tail stump she had pulled loose earlier. But surprisingly enough Cindy
felt it as 'her' tail almost outright and was even able to flex, swaying it
back and forth. It felt a bit stiff in parts, but it was 'her' tail again.

Almost into shape again, Cindy's body seemed to somehow remember its natural
shape. As soon as she knew which part where her feet and toes and tried to
move and flex them, her substance seemed to fall into place, separating a bit
more where needed to shape toes and fur. The same had happened to the bite
marks on her belly and arm. They were still visible but a lot less deep.

Big Cindy sat her bubblegum version back on the table, watching her with
interest. Cindy flexed her limbs, tried to get up, then made a first step.
Stiffly, awkward, but it worked. Her upper body felt more stiff now too. The
more she dried up, the harder she became, and the harder it was to move.

Curiously she touched her own arm, then her chest. It felt dry and like
plastic almost, though surprisingly sensitive.

"Something wrong?" her big version asked her.

"I don't know."  Speaking felt more difficult too she realized.

"I think I am drying up or something. It got a lot harder all of a sudden."

Her big version snickered, then apologized. "Sorry, this is just so awkward.
You really are like gum, getting all hard on the air. May I?

Cindy got picked up carefully again. Then her big versions fingers pressed her
sides gently. Her body resisted it a lot more now than earlier, though it
still felt quite nice.

"Maybe if I get you some water?"

Her full size variant carried her over to the kitchen and pulled out a plate
from a drawer, then filled some water in and carefully sat Cindy on its rim.

Cindy's feet touched the water. It felt cold. She bent forward and touched her
legs, trying to rub the liquid up her calves. And withdrew her fingers in
disgust.

The clear liquid didn't help at all to make her core more flexible. It felt as
if the cold liquid made her even more stiff. But her skin turned slimy and
icky. She withdrew, and her feet almost stuck to the plate rim. Slimy white
threads oozed stickily between her fingers.

"Ugh. That's not the right way. This is disgusting."

Her big version took the plate away and poured the water down the drain, while
Cindy sat on her bum, waiting for her feet to dry enough not to stick to the
kitchen table.

Cindy tried to think what to do with herself. Becoming a hard dry piece of
bubblegum wasn't exactly a promising outlook. But what kept bubblegum soft
except being chewed? Warmth? Moisture? The combination of both?

When she tried to get up she couldn't. She had gotten too stiff. Helpless she
stretched out an arm to her big version, who took her up and started walking
back up the stairs. She too was apparently thinking what to do.

By the time big Cindy was sitting back down at the desk in her room, her
assignment papers still spread out on it, they reached the same conclusion.

"Could you ... Chew me again?" Cindy asked.

Her big version took her up and opened her mouth, but hesitated before
she took her into her mouth.

"Just you legs or all of you?"

Cindy thought for a bit.

"Please don't bite my head."

Big Cindy tried her best to do that. She took her into her mouth, carefully
probing with her tongue so Cindy's head came to sit safely between her lips.
Then she slowly shut her teeth.

Cindy gasped, feeling those teeth touch her body once more, all along her
length, then press her together. It felt exciting.

"More?" The big mouse asked, hesitating.

"Yes, please. Don't stop."

Cindy felt the giant jaws release, herself being shifted and turned a slight
bit. This time her breasts came to rest on the hard teeth, then she was
compressed again, the teeth slowly embedding themselves deeply into her body.

A tiny moan escaped her.

"You OK?" she heard her big versions voice all around her.

"Yes, more!" she whispered. Rubbing her hips into the smooth dental surface,
while the upper counterpart connected with her back. She shuddered as the
teeth slowly closed, mangling her where it felt best.

They continued for a while. Big Cindy felt her bubblegum version become softer
again, and again she tasted the delicate flavour of the bubblegum. Her tongue
shifted and mangled Cindy's body into an elongated mess. Cindy had long
stopped to feel her body parts as separate entities. She was an elongated
piece of bubblegum now, and it felt wonderful being shoved around in the mouth
and being chewed over and over. Only her head remained the way it was, though
the warmness and moisture all around her took the stiffness away from her
cheeks too.

Eventually the mouse took bubblegum Cindy out of her mouth, and held her in
front of her. She wasn't able to speak, but smiled in a blissful way. The
kneaded dough that was now her body twitched and shivered slightly.

"Should I try to form your body again?" she asked.

Cindy managed a nod. But her big version had to wait for her to dry a tiny bit
before she could start. Then she flattened her, drew her longer and separated
arms and legs, as if forming bread dough. Weirdly enough Cindy again felt
these new limps as hers right away and they took their final detailed shape on
their own, once her big version had managed to get them to a close enough
resemblance.

Just for the fun of it big Cindy didn't form Cindy's right lower arm into a
hand, but formed a long thin worm instead, not unlike how she had shaped her
tail. Cindy looked at the long appendage and started flexing it. It felt
alien, but yet she felt it as hers, was able to move it and control it after a
bit of practice.

Big Cindy didn't return to her assignments. Instead they both played with each
other, exploring what they could do with little Cindy's body. After the
tentacle arm, she formed her legs and tail into a naga like snake tail,
then given her second set of breasts.

A bit later she had two legs again, but a giant hole between them, made big
enough for big Cindy's finger to probe inside Cindy's belly, who moaned and
humped it in bliss.

Suddenly big Cindy smiled viciously and withdrew, starting to knead Cindy's
lower body once more, then formed something new.

Cindy stared embarrassed as she recognized the new appendage she was
sprouting. And it promptly took its final detailed shape and started
responding the way it was supposed to.

"I wish I could feel how that feels now." big Cindy stated giggling, while her
bubblegum version had started playing with her new maleness.

Big Cindy, watched, and couldn't help but reach into her pants with her own
paw, pleasuring herself to the sight. Soon enough Cindy started experimenting
with her own body. She lacked the strength of her big version to mend and fuse
her body into shapes. And far too often she got her paws and fingers stuck to
herself in trying. Luckily her big version helped her every now and then,
though she didn't always do what Cindy had had in mind.

She removed her newfound maleness with a yank, and imprinted the fine line
into her crotch so her own body could re-form her natural shape. But the
freshly detached penis shaped gum piece was just too much of a temptation. Big
Cindy turned it around, forced Cindy's legs apart and crammed it into her
crotch until she jerked and shuddered.

Then she rubbed it in and squeezed until it had fused and Cindy was now
completely smooth and without any visible sex at all. For a while it still
felt as if she was filled, but the feeling faded eventually and was replaced
by a lack of feeling.

"Hey!" she complained and tried to form herself a crotch once more. Her
sensation coming back as soon as her own fingers imprinted a soft slit between
her legs.

Her imagination and knowledge how her body should be seemed to have a strong
imprint about how her body behaved and felt. As if her mind controlled her
substance somehow.

But that didn't prevent big Cindy from making some mind boggling alterations
to her that felt just weird.

Big Cindy had meanwhile dropped her pants and bent her mouse tail between her
legs to use its own tip as a dildo. At the same time she did the same to small
Cindy, but here her tails fused with her crotch and formed a closed loop that
went out of her back and went back into her front. It felt so weird.

Eventually they both were exhausted, and Cindy complained about her body
hardening again. Eagerly big Cindy took her and stuffed her into her mouth,
pleasuring herself as she chewed, listening to small Cindy's moans and
imagined how it would feel, were it she herself that was being chewed on.

She didn't hear Cindy's yelp, as she was too carried away, pawing herself,
cramming her own tail into herself, rocked it, chewed like crazy.

Only then did she realize that she had failed to protect Cindy's head and had
chewed her wholly into a shapeless dough within her mouth. And weirdly enough
the realization pushed her over the edge, shivered, came. But she also felt
really guilty.

Carefully she took the ball of bubblegum out of her mouth and probed it. It
didn't feel any different from any other bubblegum, but yet she tried her best
to reform it into a body shape of herself. Torso, legs, a head. But nothing
happened. She was becoming afraid that she might have killed her small self,
and frantically she tried to form more elaborate details. Ears, snout, eyes, a
little hole for a mouth.

"Please, respond" she whispered, caressing the little gum mouse, imagining how
that would look to an imaginary visitor, watching her form a doll from chewing
gum and talking to it.

But it worked. Finally the gum flexed in her paws and shivered, and then it
opened the eye-lids she had just made, gasped.

Cindy took a while to get her senses together. She hadn't been unconscious,
she had been aware of everything, but getting control over her new formed body
still took some effort.

"I'm so sorry, Are you OK" ? Big Cindy asked concerned. But her small version
answered beaming.

"That felt incredible. Say, doesn't the package say, I'm bubblegum? Can you
make a bubble from me?"

Relieved that she hadn't hurt her small self, she took her into her mouth
again and chewed the gasping little mouse into a flat piece of gum quickly,
then pressed her against her lips and blew.

Cindy couldn't see, but she felt the pressure on herself, her body stretch
thin and grow. Bigger and bigger and thinner. It felt incredible to be
stretched like that. She had no sense of actual size, she didn't know that she
had already reached the size of big Cindy's head by the time she finally felt
herself stretch too thin, oozing, strained for a second. And then she burst.

Big Cindy carefully tried to get her small version out of her fur, making sure
she didn't leave anything behind, then stuck the bubble leftovers into her
mouth to chew her into a ball again.

Then she did it again, blowing another bubble even bigger than the first.

Only then she re-formed Cindy's body again.

Cindy became better at taking control of her body, Now that she knew how it
felt she opened her eyes even before Big Cindy had reformed her ears, and the
rest of her body retook shape almost on its own under her squeezing fingers.

"I have an idea" big Cindy said, and took her small version to her mouth
again, legs wide spread. She gave her a gently kiss, probing for the small
one's sex with her tongue, then sealed her lips around Cindy's hips and
started blowing.

Cindy moaned, her thin gum tail swaying and tickling big Cindy's chin. She
felt the air enter her, and her belly expand. Again she blew into a big
bubble, but this time not as a shapeless piece of bubblegum, but within her
own body, able to breathe and moan and caress her bulging breasts.

She felt her big versions breath rush all the way through her, exiting though
her own mouth, but much more entered her than could escape and she felt
herself stretch thin once more. Her arms and legs stretched apart and could
only shiver as she was turned immobile in such a pleasant way.

And then again she popped. Her belly burst and she collapsed into big Cindy's
paws with a sigh, her thinned out body hung over the mouse's fingers in
shreds. It felt wonderful.

Once again Cindy had to be chewed into a ball and reshaped again to reform
her. Afterwards she climbed up her big versions arm and gave her a gentle
kiss.

"That felt awesome!" - she was slowly coming to think being turned into
bubblegum wasn't the worst thing that ever happened to her. And her still
normal size sister was definitely getting a bit jealous.

Eventually it became time to go to sleep. Assignments still not completed.
Big Cindy went into her bed, and bubblegum Cindy curled together on her
pillow and fell asleep even before her big version did.

When the mouse wake up in the morning it all felt like a dream. Then she
realized she had a lecture before noon and dimly remembered she hadn't
finished the assignments yet. Only then did she remember her bubblegum self.

The tiny mouse was still curled on her pillow. Stuck to the fabric a tiny bit
but not badly. Yet the bubblegum was cold and stone hard, and it had shrunk a
little bit. When she peeled it, the thin tail broke off. Carefully she carried
both bits to the table.

She was late already, the assignment would have to be finished in class.
Quickly the papers landed in a bag. For a second she considered leaving her
bubblegum version on the table. Acting on an impulse she stuck her into
her mouth instead and started chewing on the way down. It was just in time for
the bus.

Cindy woke up to a warm and wet feeling, without any real shape or substance
to her body. She, too took a while to sort recent events and remember where
she was. And what she was. Then she realized she was being chewed upon.

She more felt than heard faint noises from the outside. Students talking, a
bus driving.

Her big version had problems chewing at first. The dried up gum was brittle
and hard and took a while to get normal. Then she was in the bus with other
students, where chewing gum wasn't too uncommon, even though her piece had
ended up rather big. There was no way she could take her out and reshape her
with other watching so she just idly kept chewing, seeking a faint response
from the substance in her mouth that would indicate she had awaken.

She only caught the bus because that too had been late. In turn she had to run
into class, with most seats already taken. Usually she wouldn't have minded
sitting in the second row, but she didn't think the professor would approve of
either assignment work nor "playing" with bubblegum that close to the front.

"Sorry" she whispered, then took out the ball of gum and stuck it to the
underside of the bench.

Cindy felt the cold sensation as her body was pressed against the wood. Then
she hung upside down, held in place only by her own stickiness and big Cindy's
saliva.

The class was boring. Big Cindy took a few notes every now and then and used
the rest of the time to finish her text. Her bubblegum version was less lucky.
She tried to move, force her body into some shape, but as the shapeless blob
she was she didn't even know where to begin. She tried to envision a certain
itchy bit of her surface as her paw, seeking to give it more shape. But even
with the practice she had gained the previous day, it was hard to reform what
wasn't at least partially there. The itchy bit was exactly that, an itching
bit of her. But she couldn't tell if it was supposed to be paw or foot or
anything else. Only very slowly it actually felt like her paw, and only then,
when her subconsciousness had accepted that, she managed to restore more of
its shape. As if her paw had shaped under the surface and was now slowly
emerging, her fingers and then her entire limb were shaped out of the blob.

Now she was a blob with an arm. And it had taken almost the full lecture.  She
couldn't make any more progress, her surface had dried too much for her to
shape herself into anything. Relieved she felt big Cindy's fingers reach for
her, then peel her of the bench and stick her back into her mouth.

The next lecture went very similar. Except this time she actually listened to
the person holding the lecture. It was a more interesting subject, and by its
end she had made little more progress. The same approach worked again. This
time she had formed and freed a whole arm up to her shoulder, reaching this
way and that to feel the rest of her shapeless form.

Big Cindy had meanwhile finished and handed in her papers, and it was time for
lunch break. She heard the voices of a few of her friends in the cafeteria,
and wondered what they would say if big Cindy would show her to them. Probably
freak out. There was only one guy she would dare show something like herself
to. The otter had almost finished his degree and was working as a ta in the
lab. But instead big Cindy went back home, chewing her on the bus back.  She
even noticed a faint taste of pizza in big Cindy's mouth. She wondered how she
was supposed to eat. Maybe like that, getting bits of lunch worked into her
very substance as she was being chewed upon. That was kinda gross, and she was
glad it was only her own mouth - sort of - she was stuck in. But she wondered
how that was supposed to work out in the long run. How did she even live? How
long would she live?

At home big Cindy helped her re-form her body, and she told herself about her
attempts to form her body on her own. Promptly they decided to practice that.
Cindy was chewed into various states of blobness, and she then had to regain
her shape on her own. It was then when the phone rang.

It only rung once before the answering machine took it. A male voice sounded.

"Miss Alanson, a package has been sent to you as part of the Living Polymere
product test series. There has been a mistake and that shipment is not safe.
Please when you receive it, don't open it at all and send it back immediately.
We will cover the postage fees. Thank you."

The two Cindy's looked at each other, then the mouse girl jumped up and
reached for the phone.

"Hello, Alanson here. About that package."

"Have you opened it?" the voice on the other side seemed afraid.

"Yes, it arrived here yesterday."

There was a hushed voice on the other side, as if a second person was cursing
in the background.

"Miss Alanson, I assume you know that by signing in to our development program
you forfeited all legal claims against Living Polymere. But we will of course
cover any medical or other expenses that arise as long as we have your full
cooperation. Most likely there is no harm done, Please tell us in all details
about your experience with our product and what you did with it so far."

Cindy had meanwhile made her way across to where the phone stood and was
glaring in anger as much as her big version. The big mouse girl gulped, and
took a deep breath, then answered calmly.

"Perhaps you might want to discuss those 'details' with your 'product'."

She put the phone on the table right in front of bubblegum Cindy.

"Hi. Cindy here. I don't know who you are, but I don't think I want to talk to
you. Could you please fetch this Doctor - what's his name ... Mc Gregor?"

The squeaky voice had a certain impact. First there was silence, then there
was another louder curse in the background. Two seconds later they heard the
familiar voice of the scientist.

"Cindy? Listen, I am sorry what happened to you. I am sure it must have been
quite horrible awakening as a piece of gum, that wasn't supposed to happen,
there has been a flaw in the manufacturing process."

"I was hoping you could tell us, what exactly you did, and how this happened,
and what I am supposed to do now."

"Certainly, but now on the phone. Maybe if you could come to our lab, then we
can explain everything and fix this. Can I talk to the real Miss Alanson for a
second please?"

"But I am real!" Cindy protested. Her big version moved closer to the phone.

"I am here as well Mr. Mc Gregor, though I think my bubblegum clone is a bit
hesitant to go to your lab after all what happened. There's no more bus going
today anyway, maybe we can meet elsewhere? That little coffee place at the
mall maybe?"

" I think ... Excuse me for a second."

There was an argument going on at the other side of the line. Dr Mc Gregor
covered the microphone but it was audible enough to hear that someone seemed
to object vehemently. Nevertheless the scientist was back on the phone shortly
later.

"I will be there in an hour. Please come both of you. Be sure to collect
together any detached bits of gum substance you might find if there are any."

"What is with those?" big Cindy asked.

"I will tell you there. Microscopic stains are no problem I think, but
anything bigger please incorporate into." He seemed to search for the right
word. "Your bubblegum clone as you put it. I'll see you later."

There seemed to be more arguing, but the phone was hung up before the Cindys
could make out what exactly it was about.

"They sound as frightened as a chicken den with a fox in it." Cindy stated.

"More like a bunch of company lawyers facing a public relation disaster. I did
sign that paper about not suing them, but I don't think they would like an
interview with you on fox news." her full size version answered.

"Eeew. I wouldn't like that either." both giggled.


Less than an hour later a mouse girl chewing bubblegum entered the little
coffee place at the mall. It wasn't very crowded at this time of day and
nobody minded her taking seat in the far back corner, ordering a coke.

The scientist who arrived later stuck out more. The grey ferret wearing
glasses seemed like a pharmacist or from the hospital, since he hadn't even
changed out of his lab coat. He seemed nervous, but he was alone.

Seeing Cindy in the corner he smiled a shy smile, then ordered himself a
coffee and took place, looking around for Cindy's bubblegum version.

Bubblegum Cindy was sitting behind a box of fliers on the table, hidden from
anyone else's view. She had managed to re-form all on her own and was herself
to every single detail, her tails curling and uncurling agitated.

"I am sorry for all this. There was a malfunction in the process to prime the
gum substance. It was supposed to have some sort of artificial consciousness,
but instead of having a primitive artificial self suited for a mass product,
we somehow made a duplicate of you not only in body shape but in mind."

"How does that work? How can Bubblegum think and move to begin with?"

"That's a desperate attempt of my company to make profit from unfruitful
research. We created a living plastic as part of a defense contract. But the
substance was too weak to sustain any greater force and didn't last long. I
don't know which marketing freak thought it a good idea to make living
bubblegum, but I went along with it. People pay money for all sorts of weird
things. The polymer mimics the structure of a living thing to some degree.
Cells, cell compound, including nerves, up to more complex organs. So to make
a living mouse we needed to copy the cellular structure of a real furson. That
was you. Your mind, your memories, consciousness, and everything was of course
to be replaced by an artificial construct. A robot sort of. But that step was
skipped by mistake. A lab assistant loaded the wrong file into our machine, an
unmodified file. That wasn't even supposed to work, but surprisingly enough it
did."

"So how many of me did you make?" Cindy asked.

"Only twenty. All others were done with a different machine which had the
correct file loaded. But you are the only one who gained consciousness. With
our artificial brain only about ninety percent work, the rest doesn't and has
to be re-primed. From your twenty with a real consciousness you are the only
one that worked. You know, the polymer doesn't copy your real body one to one.
There's a translation sort of to convert neural paths into feedback loops
within the polymer macromolecules. It works well for simple nerves, or for our
artificial mind. But a real brain - that worked only by chance. A slim chance.
When did you wake up?"

Cindy described her first impressions as a bubblegum. The doctor listened,
fascinated.

"What do I do now?" Cindy eventually asked. "You said, I'm not supposed to
last long, what's going to happen to me?"

The doctor thought a bit.

"If you dry out, you will become immobile, and eventually you would stop
functioning altogether. But thats not irreversible and I think you must
already have found a way around that by now. Eventually over the course of
years the molecule chains could break up, especially if exposed to light. And
after that you couldn't be softened anymore but would grow brittle.  Much like
any chewing gum thats grown old. I don't know what happens if you keep getting
re-moisturized repeatedly. There's a risk of decomposition. And then you will
need an energy source. Any energy rich carbohydrate will do, your body gains
its energy by oxidization of such molecules. Originally you run on added sugar
as fuel. Your self, your essence so to speak is imprinted within your
molecular structure, so loosing any of your mass wouldn't matter as long as
there's enough left. You could probably be split in half and each of your
halves would still be OK."

The two Cindy's looked at each other. That was something they hadn't tried
yet.

"If you degrade in some way or another, I could supply you with fresh unprimed
gum material. If you add that to you, it should replace anything that's grown
old or lost. I'm more worried about left behind bits that are big enough to
keep a trace of consciousness of their own. Always try to keep yourself in one
piece if possible."

He suddenly seemed to remember something he was supposed to say.

"As my colleague has already emphasized on, he is worried about the company's
image and financials. Therefore he wants to make sure you know that suing the
company would not work. I am also supposed to make sure none of this gets
public. By offering you money or possible with threats, those guys can be
nasty when they are afraid. From a personal point of view I'd like to see this
as an opportunity. I'd really like to study your case and learn from this
unique condition. You'd receive all the funding to finish your degree and
employment in my lab, and we'd make sure you can lead as normal a life as
possible." the latter he directed at bubblegum Cindy.

The Cindy's looked at each other, then back at the scientist. Eventually big
Cindy spoke.

"I guess I have to thank you for being honest with us. I would tend to agree
to this offer. What do you say?"

The bubblegum mouse took a second to respond.

"I don't want to get locked up in a lab. I think there's nothing wrong with a
few experiments if I'm OK with those, but I want to know what you guys are
doing in advance and in detail. And I can go wherever I want whenever I want
it with my original or on my own."

"As long as you don't expose the company, I think we have a deal. You have no
idea how much of relieve that will be to the management. They still will want
you to take money, together with a contract that says you owe them big time
should this ever 'leak' out. If you could come to my lab tomorrow, we can deal
with all of that paperwork, I need to get back and pacify some managers gone
crazy."

The doctor paid both his coffee and her coke, then left, leaving Cindy and
Cindy alone at, or on, the table.

Cindy felt dry again, so she was happy to be shoved into the mouse girls mouth
again as she, too left. However instead of going home she entered the next bus
to the university.

Cindy heard the noise but had no clue what was going on until she heard her
host whisper.

"We are being followed. I don't want to face those guys, and they probably
have my address, so we go to uni instead."

Big Cindy spent the rest of the drive worrying whether the doctor had not been
honest, or whether those guys were a plan B of the company management. Or
someone else completely. Or if she imagined things. But the two dogs with
sunglasses had looked a bit too out of place in this part of town.

She had a key card to get into the lab at uni. And at this time of day there
weren't too many people there. She took place at one of the benches in the
empty room.

"I'd so get into trouble for chewing gum in here," she giggled and took Cindy
out of her mouth and placed her on a clean dish. Then she watched the mini
mouse reform out of the gooey ball she had made. It looked like the gum ball
first contracted more into the shape of a mouse in crouched, fetal position.
Then Cindy just stretched and got up.

"You got good at this." big Cindy commented. Cindy looked around, recognizing
the lab at uni.

"You wanna do some experiments on me?"

The mouse girl giggled. "Yeah why not. I wanna see what happens if you get
split in half, if you don't mind."

"Do your worst." Cindy answered mockingly.

A few seconds later she had been placed on the table, legs spread, while big
Cindy fetched a knife. Much to Cindy's delight she started cutting between
Cindy's legs, splitting her lengthwise from the crotch up. Cindy gasped and
moaned, as her body was cut in two. She grabbed her breasts as the knife
parted her between them, then split her neck.

Finally she felt the blade part her face, her snout, her head.

Cindy didn't notice how she lost the feeling in her other side. But it felt
weird when she saw her other arm move and couldn't control or even feel it.

The other Cindy felt more or less the same, rolling a little bit away from her
counterpart. Half of her was missing, and she lacked the material to restore
herself. She couldn't speak, or breath like this, so she reached her remaining
arm towards her bigger furry self, hoping she would chew her up.

Big Cindy gladly did, and put first one, then the other bubblegum half into
her mouth, chewed them short and placed them on the table again.

Both halves had no problem reforming as complete Cindy's although smaller
ones. Then they looked at each other fascinated.

"Hello me." Cindy said. The other Cindy giggled and stood up, walking towards
her.

They touched each other. Cindy looked at her chest where her double's paw met
her. It felt strange.

Both had the same idea. They embraced each other in an intimated hug, kissing
each other, getting as close as possible.

And then they were one again. Slightly confused as of which part of her was
what. Now she suddenly had too many arms and legs. But she could clearly
remember that little adventure, both as being her left and her right side. But
those memories were similar enough anyway.

Big Cindy helped her sort herself out by squishing her into a formless ball.
As she had reformed once again she again felt whole.

"That was so weird. I wonder how many of me we could make."

"I guess that depends how small of you can still be you. Why not try it out?
Wanna lend me a hand?"

Cindy snickered as she reached out with her paw. Big Cindy yanked it and her
arm came loose with an oozing sensation. She watched her form a ball from it
and set it on the table.

It took a while, but indeed her former arm started moving.


Cindy was confused. Her memory had a gap. She knew she had reformed as one,
and then they were trying something. She also knew she was in a formless ball
right now, but what was in between. Some stretching sensation and some sort of
loss. She needed to see.

What she saw as she slowly formed herself was so weird it took her a second to
put together what had happened. In front of her was another bubblegum version
of herself, but huge. Then she realized it was herself who was extremely
small. And that the other Cindy missed an arm. It made sense now.

She looked behind her and saw a giant version of her. Her furry self, who
watched her in fascination.

"That felt weird." she said. But only her bigger bubblegum self seemed to
understand her. Her voice sounded eerily high pitched.

"Come here, I want to know how weird. Let's merge again."

Cindy hesitated. Merging into her bigger self who loomed over her seemed
threatening now, as if she would loose herself in it. But there was no time,
her bigger self had already reached her and was hugging her closely.

A world of sensations and thought overwhelmed her and became her own.

And Cindy knew now how it felt to be really tiny, while re-forming her arm.

"That's kinda creepy." she said. Yet she still plucked out a single of her
fingers and pushed it into a ball herself. She needed to know.

Nothing happened. The ball staid a ball. And reincorporating it into herself
gave her no new memories either. Such a small piece apparently wasn't 'her'.

But she didn't feel like making any more mini me's and moved away from the
knife.

Her discomfort only vanished as her normal sized version took her up and gave
her a nice and warm chewing, kneaded and mixed her thoroughly until she felt
fully herself again.

"You know," big Cindy told her as she had reformed herself a while later
"you don't taste that good anymore. In the beginning you were so sweet, but
now you taste a lot older. Maybe you are running out of sugar?"

Cindy looked at herself. She felt more or less the same, but coming to think
of it, she felt. Hungry? She remembered the Pizza she had tasted earlier, and
the thought of it felt very promising right now.

"What would you like me to taste like?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe strawberry?"

"The cafeteria might still be open, lets get a strawberry milkshake then."

The cafeteria was closed already. But the vending machine had bottles of
those, and a short while later big Cindy arrived back in the lab. Her
bubblegum version had taken place on her shoulder, trying not to get too stuck
to her fur.

"Take me in your mouth, then take a big mouth full of this and chew me." Cindy
suggested.

Big Cindy did as suggested. She stuffed the giggling small mouse into her maw,
then took the straw and sucked as much of the milky liquid in as she could
fit.

Cindy felt the cold liquid around her. It tasted sweet. For a second she
wondered how she could taste it if it only touched her outside.

Then big Cindy started chewing and big teeth mangled her, mixed her very
substance with the excitingly cold liquid. It oozed in her and through her,
forming tiny bubbles that burst as she was chewed again. Over and over, the
sensation grew weird and pleasant more and more as the liquid warmed up in the
mouse girl's mouth.

Eventually big Cindy gulped the leftover liquid, then spit small Cindy out.

The ball of gum reformed, then shook herself, splattering tiny drops of milk
everywhere.

"That felt... Nice!" Her tiny tongue licked around her own nose. "I think I
taste like milkshake now." she explained.

"Are you still hungry?" big Cindy asked.

"Sure, lets do it again!" she cheered, then ended up in big Cindy's mouth once
again, until the milk shake was empty.

"I think I have tiny bits of milkshake in me now" Cindy explained as she had
once more re-formed. She did feel less solid, and stuck to any surface she
touched in a sticky way.

Big Cindy looked concerned though. "I hope you won't get sour then. Maybe I
should better chew the surplus out of you."

Cindy shuddered at that thought. And she didn't mind ending up between her
natural versions jaws again.

The mouse girl left the lab and went on her way home on foot. It was still
early evening and the air was warm. She took the shortcut through the park,
which took her about twenty minutes. Closer to her house she carefully looked
around if the two dogs with sunglasses were to be seen anywhere. She half way
expected them to be observing her house.

And indeed there was a suspicious van parked down the street. So she kept
passing by and entered the next street to then take the route through the
neighbours garden and over the fence. She had done that countless times when
she had been younger and her parents had still been living there. But her
mother worked in another town since her stepfather had died, so she had the
old house all for herself.

Her key opened the back door to the kitchen, and she didn't make any light on
her way up.

The next morning her alarm woke her early. She found bubblegum Cindy where she
had fallen asleep. Dry and hard and out cold once more. Outside the van was
gone.

Chewing on Cindy, who was slowly coming to herself, she left the house and
took the bus that would take her to the industrial part of town, where the lab
was located. Dr Mc Gregor had given her his card with a cellphone number and
she asked him to come down and lead her in just as the grey building came into
view. The last time she had been there she had needed to wait for half an hour
with the guard until someone had let her in. With the doctor's help that went
a lot quicker.

"I hope you didn't have any troubles on your way. I half expected management
to send someone after you to make sure you'd come."

"I think they grew bored when they lost me on the way home." the mouse girl
answered with a smirk. "Maybe you can hint on your management that sending
incompetent creeps after me is not the good for the business relationship or
something,"

The doctor laughed. "How much do you want then?"

"Unlimited sponsorship for my degree and a job offer here working one day a
week." she said determined. The doctor nodded.

"Fair enough. But you should demand a one time sum from them once, to show
them that you mean it and will stick to the agreement."

"Half a million then?"

The doctor whistled, smiling. "Yeah, that will let them feel like the issue is
settled. And its still low enough they'd probably gladly pay it. I think you
talked to Mr Smith on the phone already. Just tell him the same and don't back
down."

With those words he led them into an office.

Mr Smith was a panther dressed in a black suit and seemed in a bad mood. But
Cindy couldn't find out if she was the reason for that or if his mood had been
worse before she entered. He asked a lot of questions, most of them in a
threatening undertone. But Mr Gregor answered some things for her, elaborating
on the agreement regarding work and tuition they had reached. She added her
cash demands as he had suggested, polite but determined. And Mr Smith
acknowledged it with a sneer but no objections and handed her a document to
sign.

Cindy had a short glance and announced she'd leave it signed before she left.
Mr Smith nodded in acknowledgement and left the room with an angry look at the
doctor and ordered him to "take care of things".

"Read that carefully." the ferret suggested. "You're probably selling your
soul and then some by signing that."

The mouse girl nodded. "Maybe you could reprint that and put the things I get
in it too, while we are at it?"

The doctor smiled. "Sure, you can go over it with my secretary. In fact I'd
like to show you the lab, so we go there now anyway."

Bubblegum Cindy had listened to everything from within a pocket in the mouse
girl's pants. The fabric pressed her and distorted her with every step, but
she had enough control over herself by now to fix that as it happened. Back in
Dr Mc Gregor's office she climbed on the scientists table, much to the ferrets
amazement.

"Margret, could you come here for a sec and go over that contract with my new
assistant? The boss wants her to keep silent about certain things, but please
make sure it's not too unreasonable."

The doctor introduced both Cindys to his secretary. Margret was an old but
nice squirrel lady, seeing bubblegum Cindy seemed to unsettle her for but a
split second, then she took the document from big Cindy professionally,
had a quick glance at it and sighed, but then smiled at them both.

"Have a seat, this will take a while."

"In fact, I was hoping whether you could accompany me to the lab for a couple
of tests. I would really like to know make sure whether everything is alright
with you. I promise I'll explain everything I do and you can come back here
whenever you like. Is it OK if I offer you a hand?"

The doctor asked bubblegum Cindy, offering his paw for her to climb on. She
climbed on it, and he carried her as careful as if she was a crystal bowl of
nitroglycerine.

"How did you manage to stay moist this long?" he asked her. "I thought you'd
have dried out after at most a few hours."

Cindy was slightly embarrassed, as she explained the details of chewing her
every now and then. The doctor seemed to be more unsettled by that than she
was though.

"That must have been horrible. I'm sure we can find a more professional
method."

"Oh, it hasn't been that bad, after all it was my own mouth."

They both laughed. He also was concerned about her sugar supply, and made a
concerned face about the milk shake approach.

"We will have to find a way to clean your body of contaminations. Especially
if your big sister wants to keep chewing you. Your own metabolism creates
waste products over time, and those milk or other food leftovers could go bad.
It could be quite horrible for you if you'd get rancid or foul or anything
like that, and it could be harmful for you too."

Cindy nodded, listening to the scientist elaborating on possibilities.

"Of course we could always replace your body entirely. If we just add unprimed
material to you, your matrix should automatically imprint its pattern on the
molecular structure. And then if we take small bits away from you bit by bit,
so the overall mass stays the same." He made a pause. "or do you want to be
bigger? We could add other polymer's too, not bubblegum but more solid plastic
that is less problematic about moisture. But then I haven't fixed their long
term stability yet."

Cindy could almost see the molecule design blueprints and formulas swirling
behind the doctor's eyes, and he almost run into a glass door with her.

"I already did some tests how to fix the moisture and energy problem." he said
as he entered his own lab, fetching a blue canister of some sort.  "It's a
gelatinous substance that you could rub into you. It would make your body keep
moist for at least a day, and feed you too. It's edible, so you could still
let yourself be chewed if you like, but that would make it last less long."

He poured a bit of it on an open dish on his desk. Then stuck a finger tip
into it and licked it. "Tastes not too bad" he said.

Cindy was a bit hesitant. "How do I get that stuff into me?"

The ferret scratched his head. "Have you ever tried eating something in this
form?"

Cindy shook her head, but then approached the dish and cupped her paws to take
some of the semi liquid substance. It felt weird to gulp it down, but it
worked. Even though it felt like most of it were all located within her tummy.

"Your body should slowly distribute that stuff throughout, especially when
you move. But its of course slower than when you get chewed or mixed or
something like that. We have a mixing machine for gum substance over there.
Come, I'll show you where you have been created and how."

Big Cindy meanwhile reworked the contract with Margaret, who had thrown the
original document into a shredder. "I wonder if those guys in management knew
that a document like they had written wasn't even legal. You can't 'own' a
person, not in this state." she muttered.

The new document simply stated a work and sponsorship contract, including a
non disclosure clause regarding all company research related details.  "There.
It's pretty much what everyone here has to sign anyway. More than enough to
cover their ass. Your little double should sign it too, and we need a
signature from the boss because of that one of payment. I'm putting my stamp
here and he probably won't even read it. You're a lucky mouse." she smiled a
warm, friendly smile.

Afterwards they made their way to the lab. The doctor had taken a tiny sample
from Cindy and was analyzing it under a microscope like device.

"Fascinating..." he muttered from time to time, while Cindy looked rather
bored and was happy to see her big version enter with a weak smile, followed
by the squirrel lady.

It was difficult to find a pen small enough so Cindy could hold it. Soon later
the Margret left with the contract. "I'll make sure you get a signed copy
too."

"Who is the boss, who has to sign that. This Mr Smith?" Cindy asked the
ferret. But the doctor laughed.

"He'd be entitled to sign it as a board member, but Margret will know better
than to go anywhere near him. You'll get that signed by the CEO himself, that
will take Smithy out of the picture, and you don't have to worry about him
anymore. Marty's a lion, has been in charge of the company since it was a
three fur student run little thing. Ah those were fun days. Always tight on
the budget but we did such crazy things."

They kept talking for a bit and discussed when big Cindy would have time to work
and when she was busy with classes. She was well qualified to work as an
assistant, so Gregor wasn't unhappy to have her there. He would have preferred
though if bubblegum Cindy had decided to stay in the lab. As it was she left
in big Cindy's mouth, who was chewing on her happily.

The next day they both went to class once more. The mouse girl rather liked
the new taste her bubblegum had. They had taken a full bottle of the nutrition
solution the doctor had given them. It had a minty, fresh flavour despite its
sugar content. Of course there was a downside to it, too. Cindy couldn't be
blown into a bubble when she had drunk too much of it. Her body became a less
oozy texture, but wouldn't stretch as nicely but strain hard instead, until
only a small part of her turned into a very small bubble that burst with a
sharp little bang. That almost got big Cindy in trouble in class and she
quickly had to glue Cindy to the underside of the table again, while the
prof's merciless gaze was scanning the rows like the petrifying stare of a
gorgon.

The day after they went to the lab for both Cindys new job. They were early
and only Margret was there.

"The doctor just left. I don't think he will be back before afternoon,
considering he worked all night. If I weren't here to send him home I think he
would sometimes work till he drops." her concerned look was replaced by a
friendly smile a second later. "Martin should be here any second. He will
guide you for today and tell you what to do."

Martin was a rat who worked as a lab assistant. He was half an hour late and
didn't even recognize the new face when he came in but went straight to the
coffee machine. Only afterwards did he greet big Cindy and became deeply
embarrassed when he was introduced to her bubblegum version. Apologizing he
eventually told them that it was him who had accidentally loaded the
unmodified scan into the primer.

To make things worse, Martin had been assigned with the task of 'studying'
bubblegum Cindy. Which basically meant interviewing and she patiently told him
stuff she mostly had already told the doctor. Martin patiently noted
everything down on a hand held computer.

But for some tests on the molecular level he had to take samples, and he
blushed deeply to both ears as he explained to Cindy what he needed to do.

"I need to put some of your - substance - under the microscope. Can I cut some
of you?" He looked from his knife to the little mouse sitting on the lab table
in front of him. This felt so wrong he realized. But she nodded.

"Just make sure its a really tiny bit." she asked.

What made things worse was that he found Cindy rather attractive. In her big
version at least. The thought of pinning this miniature version of her to the
table and cutting bits of with a knife felt really weird. It didn't help
either that the thought gave him a hard on.

"Can you lay down there?" he asked with shaking voice, and his sharp knife was
shaking as well as he slowly approached her.

But instead of screaming in pain as he had feared, Cindy just giggled as he
sliced of a bit of her foot. "Don't worry, I can re-form that right away,
look."

She concentrated on her foot a bit, on its supposed shape and how she would
flex her toe, and he body re-formed the shape in a flowing motion. He stared
at it in astonishment.

"What would happen if I had cut a bigger piece?" he asked.

Cindy giggled, seeing how embarrassed the young rat was. "Don't worry, I could
still do the same, I'd just be smaller. But the piece you cut might run away."

She told him about her experiments with her gotten split in half as well as
separating smaller bits earlier.

His fantasy run wild with those thoughts. Nevertheless there was more work to
do. He showed Cindy her own molecular structure and she listened to his
explanations how her polymer matrix allowed her to form something like a brain
all through herself. "The layout is stored on a molecular level. That's done
during the priming. Basically our machine only arranges one giant macro
molecule into the smallest entity. Usually the program controlling our gum
has a size of a few thousand molecules. But to map what used to be your brain
it needs to be several million that all need to perfectly work together.
And only if there are no flaws within that will the prime matrix actually
replicate throughout the polymer and actually form the structure that is coded
into it. To do that in a working way it again needs a couple million copies of
itself, which in that case is probably bigger than your toe. This tiny bit has
still all your memories, all that is you coded into it, but it would need more
mass to actually 'run'. I could add unprimed gum material and make a copy of
you even from this tiny bit."

Cindy imagined an army of gum clones walking out of a machine. Shuddering she
blinked that image away.

Martin put the sample in a little container and put it into another machine.
"It will scan the molecular matrix and compare it to the original compilation.
That will show us how many memories you gained since and how they are stored.
When that's done we better put that little bit back."

In the meantime they did more tests. Martin was supposed to find out physical
properties of Cindy. How much she could be stretched, and how much force her
own movements created. With and without the doctors moisturizing nutrient
syrup, and also diluted and mixed with other substances. Cindy patiently let
him do all of it, but she noticed how the rat boy enjoyed kneading her arm or
her leg, when he was mixing a new substance in, just to watch her re-form
later. It was creepy in a way, but she enjoyed the attention too.

More than once he accidentally ripped her, and then quickly squeezed whatever
had come off back into her.

"I'd like to do some tests with a few other substances. But there's a problem,
they aren't edible. Some are even poisonous to normal furs, so we'd have to
dispose the parts of you that got contaminated."

Cindy didn't like that thought. "How would you want to 'dispose' of parts of
me?" she backed up towards the end of the table.

Martin gulped. "That's actually part of what I'm supposed to find out. Look
here, thats the list of experiments I'm supposed to do."

The file on his hand held computer listed a few suggestions. Heat,
oxidization, acid, liquid nitrogen, extreme pressure, high voltage, and
'other'.

"I had planned to gently detach a part of you, then give you some unprimed gum
material to replenish. But if anything detached still is alive, I might be
killing copies of you."

Cindy herself was doing a science degree. She saw the need to find out what
her bodies 'limits' were, in fact she wanted to know herself.

"How do you find out if it 'worked'?" she asked.

He pointed at a big lab machine. "We call it a 3d nanoscope. We use it to
analyze macromolecules. I'd simply check your molecular matrix for damages."

Cindy yanked her own finger from her hand and gave it to him.

"It's too small to live. Do your worst."

Guilty he took the 'sample' and sliced it into even smaller bits, then took
them one by one and attempted to destroy them.

"OK, your structure degrades at temperatures around 80 degree centigrade. Much
like natural proteins would too. That means boiling you would kill you. But
you don't conduct heat well, especially when dry. Fire only chars your outside
into a black hard crust, on the inside you might survive that quite a while.
Same goes for oxidization and some acids. But if you get a strong acid mixed
into you, there is a risk. So better avoid being swallowed."

"And cold?"

Martin checked the little block that came out of the liquid nitrogen
container.

"Molecular matrix is intact. If you slowly warm up you'd be OK, but..."

He let the tiny bit drop on the table and it still shattered into even smaller
fragments like glass.

"if you're unlucky theres no part of you big enough to regain consciousness.
Overall your properties are very much the same as our artificial gum, so I'm
skipping the poisonous stuff. We have one compound here that would turn you
into a sort of living doll. Hard plastic on the outside, just enough
flexibility inside so you could move. But not edible, and not easy to repair.
We could try that at some point if I find out a way to turn you back."

In the afternoon the doctor himself showed up, quite happy with their
progress. With him was big Cindy who had also mastered the tasks they had
given her.

Eventually the Cindys left for the day, one chewing on the other on her way
home.

----

Cindy knew something was wrong when she woke up. Too familiar was the
cardboard box around her and the feeling of immobility. She couldn't remember
how she got there though.

There wasn't much else to do, so she tried to recover her memories of the day.
She had been going to bed. No, that wasn't it. She knew she had woken up and
her big version had been chewing her, and they had been to the lab again. Then
she remembered Martin.  He had wanted to take a sample, but what had happened
then?

She couldn't say. Her memory of the scene was shady and she wasn't sure
anymore what exactly the assistant had told her. Only that she had trusted
him. Apparently that trust had been a mistake.

But why wouldn't she remember? The last time she had been split she remembered
almost everything from the moment she had ripped of her arm, only the moments
before were shady. But now? It was all blank until a few moments ago.

Except this time she knew her body better. The first time in a box like that
she was oblivious to her new form. Now she knew how it felt to be gum, and
what she could do like this.

She felt so dry. But not dried up dry, more like 'new' dry. Like the first
time. They must have made her an entire new body and stuck it into a box
again. But how and why?

She heard voiced and felt her box being tilted and moved. One of the voices
she recognized. It was that nasty panther again. The other voices she didn't
know.

"...for a new target group instead. Won't freak out when it moves."

That was Smith's voice.

"We'll have to make a few tests though and then come up how to advertise this
best. I thought of an exclusive client group, advertising among club members
..." the voice was lower, voluminous, though not nice either.

"... so you have those in mind for product tests? I want a detailed report."

Cindy's box was loaded into a car. And by the sounds and bumping there was
more than one box. Did the others have copies of her, too? If she just had a
way of communicating. The car was driving.

Suddenly she heard a voice. Faint, damped by the cardboard layers, but close
enough to hear. It was her own voice.

"Hey, anyone here? You probably can't answer... Smith made more copies of me.
Of us. I heard him say he used a tiny sample Martin took to prime more
substance.  With some changed recipe. I don't think I am bubblegum this time.
My box got wet and I woke up earlier, but I can't move enough to get out."

Later the boxes were loaded out of the car, and into a building. Doors closed,
then it was dark and silent.

Hours seemed to pass without anything happening. Cindy didn't dare to fall
asleep again, and tried to listen to the tiniest of noises outside. There was
a distant sound - like repeating base drums. Music in another floor above.

Then finally after what seemed to take forever there was a shifting and her
box suddenly tilted, then dropped. It landed with a crash, and the lid opened.

Outside was almost dark, but something or someone was moving. Then two wet
little hands touched her and rubbed over her face.

Suddenly Cindy could speak, but the other Cindy shushed her.

"Shsh. Good, you are awake. I managed to get out and found a sink over there
at the wall. I'm trying to wet everyone so we can move."

"Where are we?" Cindy answered as silently as she could, while the moist hands
were rubbing over her arms and legs.

"Some basement. I don't know where, but there seems to be some sort of party
upstairs. OK that's enough. Make your way to the sink and get a few more
drops, then help us wake the others."

"I smell weird. What are we made of?"

"First guess would have been marshmallow, but its too hard for that. Taffy?I
think they made us edible."

Cindy slowly made her way to the sink, while the one who had freed her tried
to open another box. This time she drunk water to get it to her insides
instead of rubbing it into her surface. It felt good but she had enough soon
and only drank a few drops from the slowly dripping tap.

Her body felt different than before. Less rubbery than the gum, though similar
in texture, but it didn't ooze as much.

They had managed to free two more Cindys when the heard steps. Quickly they
searched for somewhere to hide and just managed to vanish under a crate of
some sort, when the door opened.

With the light on, the room looked like some sort of cell, or very spartan
hotel room that somebody had turned into storage. It still had a bed and a
closet, but the floor was filled with crates and boxes of various size.

In came a female cat, wearing leather lingerie, followed by an anthro dog on a
leash. They looked like out of some sort of s&m flick.

"Lets check out this surprise we are supposed to test, shall we?" she asked
him in a tempting voice. "Oooh look, sweet mousies. Shall I feed you some of
those?"

"Oh yef, pleash feed me mishtresh, feed me little moushiesh." he answered in a
begging voice, and she gave him a pat on the head.  His voice was muffled
because he was wearing a leather mouth strap that only left a round hole in
the front.

"Is there only one in each package? What a waste of cardboard. But I guess we
can make the unpacking a game." she took as many of the small boxes as she
could take under her arms. The dog was burdened with a similar load, then they
left and the door fell shut behind them.

"We should have stopped them." Cindy mumbled as the four of them crawled from
under the crate that apparently had been the bed.

"I'm not sure that would have been a good idea..." the one that had freed her
originally answered. They looked at the boxes that were left.

"Tasty mouse sweets, strawberry flavour". The empty box said. Though there
were variations. Mango, cherry, banana, blueberry.

"They are gonna get eaten." the recently woken up Cindy stated the obvious
about the missing boxes. She had a blue skin tone, probably blueberry flavour.

"We need to stop this. Let's free everyone and then get out of here."

"Maybe we should try to merge into one big one, would that work?" Cindy
replied.

The one who had woken her up, slight yellow banana hue thought a bit, before
she answered.

"We can try after all of us are freed. We can do that faster the more of us
there are."

And so they continued freeing one box after the other, giving each freed Cindy
a short briefing so she'd help herself. Soon there was a small army of Cindys
and the stack of boxes was reduced to a pile of empty ones. A few single ones
didn't wake up no matter what they tried. Most of them chocolate colored,
though there were two or three chocolate flavoured that were awake too. It
seemed to be a rare flavour though.

"There must have been a problem and they stopped making my type" a brown Cindy
stated after failing to rejuvenate her seemingly sleeping sibling.

----

Cindy had woken up a while ago. She had heard voices outside but couldn't make
out what was spoken. Then she felt her box being taken up by the cat. Mouse
sweets? Wasn't she bubblegum? She started having a very bad feeling about
this.

The boxes were carried for a while, then placed down somewhere. Cindy's was
picked up again right away.

"What do we have here? A little sweet mouse for my pet, has my little pet
earned a treat? Beg for it!" the cat demanded, while taking Cindy out of her
package.

The room was big and made in red hued colours. There were a number of beds and
mattresses and most of them had leather or plastic sheets on them, others held
soft satin, velvet or silk bedding. A few lush plants were standing here and
there to make some corner or another more seclusive, but all in all it looked
like the place was made to hold sex orgies with many participants. The only
other people currently however were a mare and two stallions, all three
sleeping tightly entangled in one of the secluded corners. It smelled of musk
and heavy perfume. And of sex.

Cindy could see the leather harness around the dogs head. It restrained his
jaws, but allowed his tongue to get out. He was crouching in front of his
domina and lifted his paws in a begging motion. And the cat was about to feed
Cindy to him.

No! She wanted to scream, and kick and fight, but her body didn't move and she
couldn't make the slightest of sounds. She could see now her dark red skin. It
wasn't bubblegum. She was some sort of cherry flavored taffy.

The wet tongue touched her legs and the dog moved forward and tilted his head
upwards to retrieve his treat. But he couldn't grab her with his jaws locked,
and the cat held her further away, teasing her mate. Cindy was pulled away
further while the dog barely managed to lick her legs.

The moisture from his tongue and breath was enough to make her feet respond.
She felt her toes move, her ankles, but it was too little for the preoccupied
couple to notice. Suddenly the cat let go, and Cindy half slid, half was
slurped into the dogs wet maw. Inside the flexible tongue embraced her,
pressed her against the rippled top of the dog's snout. Finally she felt her
body move, half in response to the dog's pressure, half in response to her own
attempt. She felt the wet tongue between her legs, felt herself turned around
and pressed against his teeth. She took a breath, wanted to cry out, but the
air was squeezed out of her as the dogs tongues pressed her hard. She felt
herself squeezed in between his teeth, warped and wrapped. Alls he could do
was try to grab on some of the teeth, stick to them as much as possible. And
she felt something else too. Her body responded differently than gum. The
rough tongue wasn't only warping her, it licked away some of her, liquefied
her legs where the rough surface wrapped over her and through her.

Then the tongue writhed around and pulled her away again. It was the closest
thing to chewing the dog could do with his teeth locked. He sucked on her legs
and her hip, she felt the sucking feeling in her crotch. And then she felt her
body stretch. Desperately she held on to his canines with both hands as he
pulled her thin and long. Then she ripped. She felt her waist grow really
thin, then she broke. And her legs and hip slid back into the depth of the maw
and were promptly gulped down, while her waist tingled, the pleasant feeling
of the dogs tongue between her legs suddenly gone. But then the tongue came
again and licked over her rump and back as the dog was trying to pull out the
rest of that tasty sweet that was stuck between his teeth.

The cat meanwhile took the next Cindy out of her box. This one was a light
beige, mango flavor. She held it in front of the dog again, who stopped trying
to deal with the leftovers in his mouth for a moment. But she only teased him,
then took the tasty mouse towards her own mouth.

The mango flavored Cindy was taken in head first and woke up just before the
cat's sharp teeth severed her in half. Unable to grasp what had happened, she
felt herself mushed two more times, and then gulped down.

"Hmm. They are tasty." the cat stated teasingly, holding the mouses head and
shoulder less torso in front of the dog. It seemed to wiggle a bit. But then
the cat pulled a leg of it and fed it to the dog. He squished it against his
gums, and it got pressed into the cherry flavoured Cindy who was desperately
trying to hold on. Then something weird happened. She suddenly was aware of a
second voice in her head. Remembered how she had been cut in half just a
second ago, which was a weird sensation to wake up to. And then being ripped
apart once more. But she also felt the shocking realization that came with the
sudden knowledge of what was happening, which she had known but the mango
Cindy hadn't and just learned from her. While their memories merged, their
identity needed a second to grasp this weird merging into becoming one. A
second too long in which Cindy let go of the canines and the wet tongue pulled
her loose of the teeth that came out of her belly and chest with a sucking
sensation. But by then she already felt herself being pulled down the dogs wet
gullet.

The gullet was a tight squeeze, hot and pounding with the dogs excited
heartbeat. Then she was squeezed into its stomach, and there another memory
awaited her. Her lower half had been both confused as strangely turned on by
the tongue that had licker her legs away and ripped her hip off. She had had
brief time to develop her own identity, going ahead on the short journey down
the chute. But she already had explored the sticky and hot stomach walls and
the weird sensations of the fluids dissolving her body much faster than the
dog's saliva was. Immediately Cindy made use of that new memory and tried to
form herself into a ball as tight as possible. As her lower half had tried to
form a mouse shaped body and her small limbs, fingers and toes had been
dissolved away almost as fast as she had made them.

As a ball she had less surface and would last longer, but she could feel her
outer layer turned liquid by the juices in the churning organ. It didn't hurt,
but Cindy knew she would cease to exist if there was nothing left. Even if
there were other Cindy's now around. That was somewhat of a relief, there were
others of her left. But she would learn first hand how it would be, not to be.
What would await her, just nothing?

For the time being she could only wait and hope.

The cat ate the rest of the banana Cindy, teasing her mate and play toy in the
process. Then she opened another package, and took another Cindy out of it.
Strawberry taste.

Cindy was already awake enough to have a crude grasp of what was awaiting her.
More so she was able to move, even if only a tiny bit. But this time the cat
spotted it.

"Hey, it's moving, look at this!" she showed Cindy to her mate. His moist
breath gave her the flexibility to inhale and attempt to speak.

"Don't eat me, please. I have to explain." her tiny high pitched voice managed
to say.

"So that's the surprise Jimmy spoke of. No wonder the other one wiggled like
this in my throat. It almost felt like eating a real mouse. I haven't eaten a
real mouse in ages." she explained.

Cindy gulped.

"Do you feel pain if I do this?" the cat asked in an - almost - concerned way,
while pulling Cindy's arm. Cindy was too surprised to even wince as her
substance stretched thin, then her arm came loose, still twitching in the
cat's grasp.

"Hey!" Cindy protested. But the cat only laughed in delight. "Isn't that
awesome. I can eat you and it doesn't even hurt you. Come here, let's play
with you a bit".

The cat took the struggling Cindy close to her maw, took her legs in between
her lips and tasted them with her tongue. "Mhmmm" she explained. Then started
probing her rough feline tongue between Cindy's legs.

Cindy gasped, blushing. As humiliating as this was, she couldn't help it. The
tongue dissolved some of her surface, but the rough friction felt so good.

"You like that? How about this?" the cat's teeth came down a bit. They were
pointy and just pierced her waist, holding her tight. The tongue kept licking
on her legs, liquefying a tiny bit of her inner thighs and her private bits in
the process. Again and again.

Cindy couldn't help it, she moaned and shuddered, while pushing against the
cat's lips with her remaining arm in quite a futile way.

Cindy came as her half dissolved legs came loose. Not much was left of her
hip, as the cat had constantly kept licking it. She arched and flexed in the
felines mouth, half still attempting to get free, half in reflex to the
pleasures.

"Oh I neglected you, what a bad owner I am today. Here, have a treat." the cat
spoke out, holding Cindy tight with her left paw, while feeding Cindy's
detached arm to the dog. A confused, eyeless Cindy that had not yet had the
chance to reform her body felt the canines tongue lick over her, then gulp her
down. In there she merged with her predecessor, already reduced in size and
glad for the additional substance she added. A tiny but welcome relief.
Existence prolonged a tiny bit.

Then the cat took the rest of Cindy into her mouth and started chewing.
Cindy's moan turned into a wheeze and seized, but she still struggled. She
felt the cat chewing her, who only gulped what had been liquefied already. And
Cindy felt herself loose form, get mushed, not unlike how she had as gum. But
here she became smaller and smaller, bits of her just vanishing, dissolved in
saliva and gulped down. The cat kept sucking on her, while already opening the
next package. It was a chocolate Cindy, and she hadn't woken up yet.

That changed when she was taken into the cat's mouth and the cat started
licking her. It was then when the last tiny bit of strawberry Cindy was
pressed against her big sisters thighs, and gladly merged with her other self,
glad to have avoided oblivion. She managed to speak.

"Please, You almost killed me there. I don't want to die."

"Almost? I don't get it. I've been eating you" the cat was momentarily confused.

Cindy told her about her ability to merge with herself.

"Any bit that you take off and gulp down is a copy of me that will die. I
don't wanna die.

The cat laughed. "So if I take of your leg like this, its another you?

With those words she took Cindy's leg off. And both Cindy and the cat looked
at it waiting.

Cindy's leg was wet enough to reform a head. A tiny mouse glared angrily at
the cat, from what moments ago just had been a leg.

"You know, that's kinda creepy. But don't worry you can merge with what I
already ate." she explained, rubbing her tummy. Then she ate the Cindy that
had been Cindy's leg in one gulp."

The 'pet dog' pleaded, and the cat fed the rest of Cindy to him. A wet tongue
embraced her and soon enough she did join the ball of Cindy in his stomach and
realized how dire her situation was.

The cat revived another blueberry Cindy who was oblivious to her new
situation. Then she let the dog lick her into pleasure until only half of her
was left. It was then when the door opened.

In it stood Cindy. Her skin was multicoloured and patchy, and she was still
made of taffy. But she had become almost as big as her big original flesh
version. Her glance fell on the cat, who was just now feeding half a Cindy to
her friend. And she turned angry.

"Hand her to me. Now!" Cindy demanded before the cat could think on how to
explain herself.

With a few steps she had covered the distance there and reached for what was
left of blueberry Cindy. The blue mouse fused into her hand, sharing her
memories gladly.

"How many have you eaten?" Cindy asked the visibly frightened cat. Not waiting
for an answer she approached the dog and undid the straps from his mouth
harness. He let it happen and stared wide eyed.

"I thought you were meant to be eaten." the cat finally managed to say.

Cindy shot her a glance that would have incinerated her completely if Cindy
had had laser eyes.

Her right arm shifted and changed, until it was a long thin tentacle. She took
the dog's jaws into her grip, forced them open. He again didn't even protest,
though he was standing by now, whimpering. Then she inserted her new formed
tentacle into his snout and down his throat, ignoring his wide eyed gagging.

In there she found what she searched. A small ball of herself. Not much of it
was left but it was full of memories and fear. As much relief, too as the
amalgamated Cindy in the dog's stomach realized she was saved after all.

Cindy pulled her 'arm' out of the dog and let go of his snout, then turned
towards the cat once again who was hissing at her. The memory of the
humiliating but exciting feeling of being licked to almost nothing between her
jaws was now fresh and vivid. She knew everything that the Cindys eaten by the
dog had known.

She jumped forward. The cat's claws dug into her side, but couldn't hurt her
and they both landed on the sheets below. Cindy was grinning mischievously,
and she gave the cat who seemingly wanted to bite her a deep kiss. Maybe she
could return the 'favour'. Her tongue probed into the well known feline maw,
but now she was the bigger and stronger one.

The rough cat tongue resisted and dissolved a tiny bit of her, but Cindy had
more than enough mass to ignore that little. Her tongue grew longer and
longer, and probed down the cat's throat.

The cat panicked, she couldn't push the mouse of her, her hands seemed to just
embed themselves in her soft rubbery substance that in turn flowed around her
almost like liquid. She couldn't breathe, her face trapped in Cindy's, her
eyes staring into those of the mouse. One blueberry blue, the other banana
yellow. And she could feel the freak mouse's long tongue probe inside her,
deeper and deeper, into her stomach.

Again Cindy found a very tiny bit of herself. The memories were inconclusive,
maybe she had been too late. Was there another bit of her that had already
been lost completely? Maybe it was better not to know for sure. It was nice to
be able to make copies of herself, but she didn't like the idea of ceasing to
exist as either of her clones. No matter how short it had existed on its own.
The easiest way to prevent that was to re-unite with the other hers.

But she was confused. She remembered being freed out of these boxes countless
times, but she couldn't even say of how many original Cindy's she consisted
now. Wasn't being merged into a bigger self also a little bit like death? But
at least her memories didn't get lost, her sense of herself didn't ever
vanish, just split and merged into itself many many times by now.

The cat closed her teeth shut and gulped down what had been Cindy's tongue.

Cindy felt the loss, but still felt whole enough too. She easily regrew her
normal tongue and let go of the cat who struggled to gulp down what was still
in her mouth. Of course that now would be a dedicated Cindy as well, having to
struggle with the feline stomach, but Cindy smirked. She could imagine that
with that much of her the cat would have troubles.

Cindy stood up and let the cat fight with herself. Something in her throat
didn't seem to agree with her.

The other part of Cindy felt the usual confusion as always when a lesser part
of her had been separated. It took her a few seconds to realize who she was
and where she was, and what form she was in, but she slowly got better at
that. She was long and thin, and she reached all the way from the cat's
stomach almost up to her mouth. Though powerful muscles tried to grab her and
suck her all the way down. Cindy disagreed with that and struggled, until she
felt the cat around her gag and fight for air at the same time. She didn't
really want to hurt the feline. Not badly after all. And she knew a bigger
part of herself was there to help her if needed, so she stopped resisting,
slid down into the waiting stomach.

The cat took a deep breath of relieve, but then grabbed her visibly bulging
stomach, groaning. She still rolled on the floor and didn't know what to do.

The bigger Cindy looked at her interested. She couldn't say exactly what her
other part would do, but she couldn't imagine she would badly hurt the cat.
Not on purpose. She wondered how this would feel like in there. But then again
she couldn't feel it from the inside and watch from out there at the same
time, could she? Only afterwards after re-merging.

"Let me help you" she offered and knelt down to her, then held the cat by the
shoulders. A second later the feline began to retch, and a tentacle like thing
started growing out of her mouth. It accumulated in a slimy multicolored blob
on the sheet below, and in a few seconds it was over.

Cindy touched the wriggling disgusting pile, and it became a part of her once
more, giving her the memories she had sought. And a determination to make it
up to the feline.

"You wanted to have fun, didn't you? Maybe we can have some after all, now
that you stopped trying to kill parts of me. What do you think?"

The cat only whimpered in response, but when Cindy carefully toucher her
breasts, the feline responded eagerly.

"I wanted to try that for a while." Cindy spoke smiling and tried to shift her
private parts, folding her own substance with her hands. The results of her
efforts weren't exactly what she wanted. She had wanted to make herself a
penis, but what she had in the end was more of another flexible tentacle. But
it served the purpose.

The cat moaned as Cindy's new part probed between her legs, and Cindy in turn
felt the unique sensations on the tip of her new limb. This was different from
anything else she had felt, but still a turn on. Slowly she probed deeper,
caressing the cat's shoulders, nibbling her breasts. Of course her soft gum
like teeth wouldn't leave imprints in the cat's nipples, but it was enough to
make her arch and murr.

It was then that the dog joined in, taking Cindy from behind. She felt his
knotted shaft probe her from the back, more forming a hole in herself than
finding one. But that didn't matter. Cindy inserted her own long thing deeply
into that cat and hilted on her, with the new weight in her back. Then she
felt the dog's teeth in her shoulder.

This time he didn't try to gulp any of her down. She would have felt that. But
he nibbled her, chewed her, and his rough tongue dissolved a tiny bit of her.
And it felt as great as it tasted.

The cat saw this and bit her as as well, but into her other shoulder, and it
was Cindy's time to arch and scream in pleasure.

At one point or another the dog did gulp down a bit of her, just to urge her
to insert her tentacle into his snout and retrieve it. Unlike the cat he
seemed to enjoy this procedure, while the cat preferred other more sensitive
orifices. All three of them moaned and flexed, in turn flexing Cindy's body.
It was almost as if the two of them, cat and dog, were forming a jaw, and were
chewing Cindy between them. But it felt wonderful.

Finally the dog was spent, and the cat flexed herself blissfully purring on
the floor. Cindy had become a considerable bit smaller, as the other two furs
had kept feasting on her. It didn't matter, it had felt so good. But it
couldn't continue. Sooner or later she would dwindle to nothing, or, without
the constant nibbling, wither and dry and grow immobile. It had to end.

----

Big Cindy was helping analyse some readings from the "scanner" she herself had
been standing in. It was a fascinating device but took some skill and
experience to work with the doctor and Martin both tried to teach her.

It was then that her phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Hi" answered her own voice. "Its me, ehm, you. Where are you now, theres a bit of a
problem."

Big Cindy threw a glance towards her bubblegum version, who was helping by
arranging some vials. "But you are right here, how..."

"Smith. He made more of me. And I'm not bubblegum, I'm some sort of sweet
taffy, made to be eaten. I think I got all of me together into one big bit,
but I need your help to join with bubblegum me and get rid of this body, it
won't last. Can you find out of the doctor is on our side or in on this crap?"

"Sure, I'm confronting him right now."

Without wasting a minute she reached over to her bubblegum version and picked
her up.

"Hey! I'm not done..." Cindy protested, but was already inserted into the
mouse's mouth and being chewed upon. But in between chewing the mouse quickly
briefed her on what she had heard.

"No eating or chewing bubblegum in the lab." the doctor said in a jokingly
teacher like way, smiling as he just came in. His smile faded when he saw big
Cindy's face expression.

"You made more of me. This time as sweets." she stated matter of factly. A
hidden accusation in her voice.

"No I didn't, Wouldn't have been able to, I have deleted that file..." he
started saying, then stopped, as if remembering something terrible.

"Smith!" he growled in an almost painful way.

"Remember that sample we took from bubblegum you? It was missing. I thought I
had accidentally trashed it already, it was too small to have a mind of its
own, but if someone added more unprimed substance to it..."

Not finishing his sentence he made his way over to the computer and started
checking some files. "That bastard, No!" he explained.

Cindy decided the ferrets reaction was not acted and told him about the phone
call. "We need to retrieve her, she gave me an address."

"What? Yes, of course. Yes, lets do that. Martin, can you finish this scan for
us on your own? We have to quickly go fix this mess."

A minute later they were driving in the doctors car.

----

Cindy had made friends with the cat and dog by now and explained to them what
had been going on. They occasionally got sex toys from living polymer. Test
batches, that their club gave a try. Sometimes edibles, some wriggling and
able to move. But never with a mind of their own.

"Should have known something was fishy, when the call didn't come from the
usual guys and they didn't sign the regular paperwork either. I didn't know
that company did black ops like stuff."

Meanwhile the horse couple. Or rather triplet had woken up. "Oh sweets." one
of the mares explained, seeing the empty boxes, then stared at Cindy,
recognizing the same shape that was printed on the boxes, just so much bigger.

She let them, too lick on her, figuring the smaller her body became the easier
it would be to merge with her bubblegum self and get rid of this sweet
substance she was made of. It was then that the doorbell rang.

"That must be your friends."

Cindy introduced the sex club furs to the doctor and her original version. The
cat blushed again, but sweets Cindy didn't tell them about what they had done.
She had shrunk a considerable bit, now that 5 furs had nibbled and licked on
her. She had been almost as big as the cat, with the material from a full
palette of boxes. Now she was just the size of a cub or teenager.

Bubblegum Cindy was taken out of big Cindy's mouth and reformed almost
instantly into mouse shape. Only to be taken into sweet Cindy's hands.

"I always wanted to do this." she explained, and took her surprised bubblegum
version into her mouth. Cindy protested, but then was chewed upon as good as
the soft teeth could chew her, then gulped down whole.

And then they became one. Cindy couldn't say how it happened or at what point
exactly, but suddenly she was only one being and had both memories.

"That was interesting." she explained.

"You merged?" the doctor asked.

"Sort of. I am one, but I can still feel the gum inside me, it doesn't mix
with the sweet stuff."

"It better won't. We need to dissolve all of that before it gets bad."

"Oh please, can we lick some more of it?" the mare expressed.

"Yeah, we had so much fun together, please stay with us."

"OK" Cindy explained smiling. "You can eat me, all of you, but no biting bits
off, only licking."

And then they feasted. Cindy played along and inserted various bits of her
into various mouths, enjoying the feeling of many rough tongues. One of them
was her own, or rather her flesh and fur version's. Even the doctor joined in,
discretely and with less obvious sexual innuendo.

"You taste delicious." he explained.

It took them a while, and even eating as much as they could there was a point
when none of them could do any more without getting sick. So they took a
bucket of water and Cindy inserted her hands or feet into it and washed them
until nothing was left of them and the water took a coloured tone. Then she
reformed her limps and did it right again, shrunken a bit more.

Finally she was not much bigger than her core bubblegum self, and it was then
that big Cindy picked her up and inserted her into her mouth fully. Once more
she was chewed upon, and it didn't take long until the rest of the sweet taffy
had dissolved. As Cindy was spat out, she was all bubblegum again and the size
of a palm one more.

"You have to come again eventually!" the cat explained eagerly. "We can have
so much fun together if there's more of you."

Cindy blushed, but luckily her grey white gum substance didn't show. "Sure, if
I can grow bigger, but not edible this time, that's scary."

On the way back to the lab, the doctor made a phone call himself. Cindy
couldn't hear who was speaking on the other side but the ferret was talking
casually, explaining what had happened. Whoever it was already knew about
Cindy and the agreement apparently.

"Yeah, of course he went way too far, but I think this time we have him nailed
badly. I have logs from the machines he used though he thought he had deleted
them. And we have witnesses as well. I'm just not sure about the bad
publicity."

The voice on the other side went louder. Loud enough for Cindy to listen in.

"... fucking give a shit about bad press. It's not right, and we make it worse
by trying to be hush hush you know that as well as I. If that bastard gets the
news people on our tail, its him they will lynch publicly after what he did
now. All we need to do is say it was his idea to use a furson as template as
well, and they'll rip him apart ..."

"Yes, ... No, she's fine they are both with me. No one left behind. ... Yeah,
I'll have that covered." the doctor kept talking, grinning.

After he hook up he grinned wider. "That was the boss. The lion. Smith won't
be with the company any longer, he just doesn't know it yet."

Cindy chuckled. She started to like the doctor.

...