[center][b][u]A Final Experiment
For Sigma
By Draconicon[/u][/b][/center]


There were times when he wondered what the subjects would do if they realized their walls merely hid what lay outside their cells. Obrum doubted that many of them would be happy, particularly those that seemed to believe they had some sort of privacy. The gecko shook his head at the various males that leaned against the walls of their containment rooms. Most were nude, though a few of the more obedient ones were granted jumpsuits. They didn’t seem to be too happy about it, though. 

[i]Better not let the tigress see that,[/i] he thought. She preferred a nice show between her tests, and the melancholy ones were likely to be brought to new ‘conversion therapy’ rooms if they didn’t shape up.

The white gecko looked down at his clipboard, flipping through a few pages until he reached the task list for the day. Usually, it was filled to the brim with different subject names, experimental drugs or equipment, but he was hoping for a more relaxed set today. After all, it was his last day under the mountains.

To his relief, he seemed to have his wish. There was only one subject to visit, and they were just two floors down from his current location. 

“Heh, my lucky day.”

Letting the pages fall flat again, Obrum turned, taking a path between two of the containment cells. He would be happy to leave this sausage-fest behind for a while, at least; it hadn’t been that bad at first, but he was looking forward to getting a little more of the opposite sex around for a while.

The elevator door shut out the various males, leaving him in total darkness for about three seconds before it opened again. Unlike the floors above, the labs were kept completely concealed except for observation windows, and most of them were thankfully kept shut. Metal flaps kept any light or sound from escaping the different chambers, and Obrum preferred it that way. The time that he’d walked in on an experiment gone wrong...He shuddered. That had NOT been the way to whitewash a room, and it had stunk of...that...for weeks.

With his scales still crawling, the gecko counted down the doors leading to his destination. 

“Lab 304....306...Ah, yes, 308. A pity to say goodbye to you, my old room, but -”

He came to a sudden halt as he walked in, the gecko’s eyes going wide as he laid eyes on the subject tied to the central table. Blinking a few times, he turned his eyes to the file, and then looked up again. 

“Ah, I...well, that makes a bit more sense.”

The king cheetah on the table squirmed weakly against his bonds, but it was still enough to start the slight globes on his chest jiggling lightly. Considering the file listed this ‘Sigma’ as a male, he had been rather surprised to see it. Then again, perhaps he shouldn’t have been. The tigress had probably gotten the first part of the process started with a safer drug.

Pulling a chair over to the table - and for the moment ignoring the tray of drugs - Obrum settled his lab coat around him before taking a seat. He cocked his head as he looked over the feline laid out before him. 

“Hmm, a nice muscled tone. A good bit of response to the initial treatment, very good. And -”

He reached between the feline’s legs, giving the sac a squeeze. The subject jumped, but he had what he needed. 

“And already some loss down there. I almost wonder what the point of this is.”

“Point is testing, Obrum.”

He nearly jumped out of his chair at the boss’s voice, his head whipping around to look at the wall. Her black and white striped face smirked down at him. 

“Eh he he, did gecko get scared?”

“You try not jumping when someone surprises you from behind.”

“Fun surprise, then. New drug should complete process. Inject and time.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then celebrate.”

He blinked. 

“Huh?”

“Celebrate. Your retirement package, see?”

She gestured at the feline. Obrum blinked, but before he could question her further, the screen flickered out. He shook his head.

“Always making me figure it out for myself…”

Turning back to the feline, he leaned over the subject. The male was gagged, preventing any speech, but he’d gotten good enough at reading faces to know that there was fear there. Fear, anxiety, but also a bit of hope. 

A pity he’d have to take that away.

Sighing, he gently patted the feline’s chest before reaching over to the set of needles. There were three of them, and he knew exactly where each of them would go. One in the chest, one in the groin, one when the transformation was finished. 

“Well, I am sorry about this, but you might as well say goodbye to your old body. I just hope you like the new one.”

The feline barely had time to mumble against his gag before the gecko took the first needle and gently pressed it against the male’s left nipple. The point sunk into it after a slight bit of resistance, and Obrum let it go in about half an inch before stopping, just enough to fill the enlarged nub. Pressing down on the syringe, he watched as the pink goo slowly left the needle, filling up the feline’s breast. 

As he repeated the process on the other side, he could already see the effects beginning. First one, then the other breast started ballooning outwards, growing from small globes to large ones. They pressed together, almost slipping against one another as the serum rapidly changed the male’s chest to something that wouldn’t have been out of place on one of the American porn stars. 

Obrum hid his own reaction to that as he hurried down the feline’s body, taking the other needle and pointing it between those spread legs. He looked up.

“Brace yourself.”

He winced in sympathetic pain as the needle sank into the base of the cheetah’s shaft, but the injector had barely been pressed before the changes began. The feline writhed and groaned, his legs pulling upwards against his bonds as the shaft seemed to shrink, atrophying into something smaller, more infantile. 

Even as it pulled in, the feline’s sac sagged, the testicles inside dying off and fading away as the chemicals ate up his balls. It dangled down towards his hole for a moment before it tightened up again, pulling up against the male’s body. In seconds, it looked like nothing was left. 

Obrum watched in fascination as the pink opening of the feline’s sheath pulled closer and closer to his body. He could no longer see the shaft that had been inside, but the pinkness remained. It seemed to be almost overflowing with goo, as well, and as the opening moved closer and closer to the cheetah’s crotch, it grew bigger, wider and rounder. With two inches still remaining between the opening and the smooth mound, he imagined he could slide two fingers inside.

Finally it shrank away entirely, leaving a pink, feminine opening behind. It gushed with moisture, juices leaking down onto the table and leaving little to the imagination of how the feline’s body was doing.

Yet, it seemed that the subject couldn’t mentally take the changes. When Obrum stood up again, he saw that the feline had passed out. He shook his head, lifting his clipboard. 

“Record time in transformation. Changes accomplished within 20 seconds of injection. Slight problem in localization, requiring direct application to site to change anything. Advise next test to determine whether stronger dose will affect entire body.”

As he set down the pen, he looked over the feline again. It was rather nice to see a mostly female figure, but there was something about it that bothered him. Not to mention, being as it was his last day, he felt a bit of conscience returning. There was no way that this subject would be able to pass for male again. 

He grumbled, shaking his head. 

“And now I gotta fix it...What about celebrating?”

Well, he supposed he could do that later. Still grumbling under his breath, Obrum made his way to one of the wall panels. After putting in the appropriate code into the nearby control panel, he opened it up to reveal a stockpile of needles. Picking a green one, he shut the panel and returned to the feline. 

It was amazing how much the aphrodisiac in the treatment had affected ‘her’. In that short amount of time, he could see that her thighs and legs were completely drenched, and even in sleep, the subject seemed to be trying to get relief. 

“Well, that’ll be fun...for someone...Maybe…”

Rolling his eyes, he gently injected ‘her’ breasts again. Just like the last drug, the effect was near instant, the globes deflating. This one was better tested, and he was happy to see that - aside from the drenched pussy - the feline was almost fully male again in seconds. 

“Now...what to do with that…” Obrum muttered as he circled around, one hand gently rubbing his crotch as he got on the table. “I think I know…”






[center][b][u]The End[/u][/b][/center]