[b][u][center]Slippery Pet Swat Kats[/center][/u][/b] Dr. Viper almost couldn’t believe his fortune. Almost; after all, he was a genius, if only the world would recognize him as such. But after tonight, certain someones definitely would. The half-snake, half-cat grinned maniacally as he watched his mutated henchmen carry the famous Swat Kats into their separate holding cells. Thick glass separated T-Bone and Razor, keeping the strong one and the smart one apart, and giving him the chance to enjoy their struggles as they realized that they were trapped. It had been too long since he had the chance to really enjoy heroes being truly helpless. The other foes he had dealt with – that miserable Commander Feral and his incompetent goons – were seldom able to offer any meaningful resistance to his plans, and were frequently little more than a speed bump for him to ride over. These two, however… Dr. Viper leaned against the glass walls separating him from them, his tail twitching about and rattling softly in anticipation for the coming experiment. “T-Bone, Razor, little more than pawnssssss in my grand game,” he muttered under his breath. “I have imagined thissss night for monthssss. My greatesssst enemiessss asssss my perfect tesssst subjectssss.” All thanks to his newest invention, of course. It had all been by complete accident, of course. The formulas that he had been experimenting with had been going nowhere, with little chance of affecting any new bugs with any real abilities. He had been about to give up when the latest batch spilled onto a bundle of liquid latex. He had expected it to be merely wasted, but instead, the goo had risen from the vat, separating into different pieces and becoming quasi-intelligent creatures in their own right. Of course, it had all been because they were from a plant-based substance, the remaining biological components coming together and mutating into something far different from their base form, but it had worked. It had given him something marvelous to use on his enemies…and something possibly perverted for tonight. “Finally, those meddling Ssssswat Katssss will be taught a proper lessssson,” he hissed again. “And thissss time, there will be no clever inventionsssss to ssssave them, no ally sssswooping in at the lasssst second. “No, tonight issss [i]my[/i] night, meddling heroessss. Tonight, you belong to the great Dr. Viper!” He threw back his head and laughed, fully embracing every part of the supervillain lifestyle. Who cared that there was no one to appreciate it? Tonight, for once, he had finally won. As the Swat Kats down below struggled to find a way out that didn’t exist, Dr. Viper pressed the button to release his latest creation. #################################### [u][center]First Contact[/center][/u] Dr. Viper: Mmmm, yessssss, look upon your doom and desssspair, T-Bone. [i]The parasite oozes free from its panel container, the movement raspy and blobby and making all sorts of bubbling sounds. The bigger of the two Swat Kats turns, his eyes going wide at the sight of the creature before his training kicks in.[/i] [i]He pulls his arms back and throws a punch, one that slides right through the black goo and hits the wall behind it. He winces, obviously in discomfort, and tries to pull his arm back.[/i] Dr. Viper: Hehehehe, foolish feline. My newest creation issss hardly going to let you go. And now that it hassss touched you with itssss chemicalssss, you are already doomed. [i]And it doesn’t. The black ooze clings to the Swat Kat’s arm, slowly working on creeping up his sleeve. With his gadgets stripped away, there is nothing T-Bone can do to fight back except to keep pushing at it, squirming and clawing at the parasitic creature making its way up his arm.[/i] [i]T-Bone swings his arm away, and for a moment, he manages to displace the goo. It goes flying across his chamber, hitting the wall and sliding down to the floor. Dr. Viper only chuckles.[/i] Dr. Viper: If you think that isssss ssssufficient to dessssstroy my creation, you are mosssst misssstaken. [i]T-Bone turns to the glass barrier between him and Razor, but even as he pounds on it, trying to get through, the black ooze is already moving again. It comes up behind him, grabbing onto his leg this time. The ooze surrounds his paw completely, then extends various tentacles up the body of the Swat Kat. T-Bone turns, trying to stop it, clawing at it with everything that he has, but it isn’t enough.[/i] [i]Bit by bit, the black ooze continues up his body, covering his entire left leg before making its way up to his crotch. By then, his eyes are starting to glaze over, and it’s clear that his movements are slowing down. Dr. Viper chuckles, rubbing his hands together.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yesssss, yesssss. The chemical cocktailssss are working jusssst asssss anticipated. With such unique toxinssss and aphrodisssiacssss, even the sssslightesssst touch can render their targetsssss helplesssssss. [i]T-Bone groans, slumping back, his crotch starting to bulge as the chemicals sink through his uniform, sliding down into the skin and affecting him on a much different level. The feline slowly, unconsciously lowers his hand to his crotch and squeezes, the black ooze sliding up his arm and starting to spread over him again, properly this time.[/i] [i]Razor shouts something, but it can’t be heard through the glass. T-Bone’s tongue slips from his mouth as he groans, a look of bliss spreading across his face as he fondles himself, obviously enjoying himself already.[/i] [i]It doesn’t take long for the bulge in his crotch to keep growing, the parasite feeding off of the feline’s lust and encouraging it yet further. The black ooze melts a hole in the clothing, allowing the cat’s cock to come free. No sooner does it emerge than it is covered completely, the black goo sliding around it, covering it in a thick sleeve of its own body.[/i] Dr. Viper: Mmmm, that’ssssss it. You will sssssoon be completely helplessssss to the creature, T-Bone. [i]The cat looks like he is trying to pull his head back on straight, desperately trying to understand what’s happening to him, but the pleasure is distracting. He lifts his ooze-covered hand to his head, and it immediately spreads, covering the side of his face and sliding into his ear, almost like the creature is eagerly searching for more ways to take control, to modify its new host.[/i] [i]The ooze creature has completely covered one half of the Swat Kat’s body, and continues to spread across to the other half. T-Bone’s jacket had slowly started to come apart, his nipples showing through on one side, his cock and balls completely open. It’s hard to tell where the clothes end and the flesh begins.[/i] [i]His face slowly warps, too, a smile growing on one half of his face while the other still looks a little confused. His left eye starts to glow green, and so does his mouth. Dr. Viper makes a note to figure out what that means.[/i] Dr. Viper: Mmmm, unexpected consequencesssss. Alwayssss the casssse with a new mutation. But I have two perfect sssssubjectssss right here to figure out what it meansssss. [i]He chuckles, watching as T-Bone slides back against the wall, one hand reaching for his nipples to tweak them, the other busily stroking himself, happily, forcefully, deepening the hold that the parasite has on him without even thinking about it.[/i] [i]And, of course, there is more than one parasite…[/i] ################################## [u][center]Second Contact[/center][/u] [i]Dr. Viper turns his attention to the other side of the glass barrier, where Razor is still pounding on the glass and trying to get his infected teammate to look at him, to listen to him. The smarter of the two Swat Kats doesn’t seem to realize that his teammate can’t hear a thing. The double barrier of glass and the black ooze in his ears has completely deafened him to the outside world, no matter how loud one gets.[/i] [i]This time, the doctor makes sure that the Swat Kat isn’t watching when he pushes the button. The second parasite slides out of a lower panel, moving quieter, sliding and squirming across the floor without the same bubbling sounds that the first one had made.[/i] Dr. Viper: Mmm, they’re learning. They’re sssssuch brilliant little creaturessss. One failssss, and the next one learnssss not to fail. [i]The parasite manages to sneak up behind Razor, finding a spot between his legs that gives them a perfect shot for his weakest point. Dr. Viper leans into the window, his eyes going wide with anticipation of what is about to happen.[/i] [i]The parasite extends a portion of its body, sliding it out of the puddle like a tentacle just beneath the Swat Kat’s crotch. It sways back and forth, obviously considering whether to rip through at the front and go for the feline’s cock or to go for the hole in the back, to rip through and just take him.[/i] [i]It makes a decision and goes for the back.[/i] Dr. Viper: Hahahaha! Take that, Razor! Tasssste a portion of the humiliation that you have heaped on me on thesssse yearssssss. [i]Razor nearly collapses, slumping forward against the glass partition between him and T-Bone. The parasite is already pumping something up through the tentacle that connects it to the cat’s insides. The shimmering black pulses, bulges, and pulses again, pushing something into Razor’s ass.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yessss, they learn. Injecting their chemical concoctionssss directly into the rectum rather than abssssorbing it through the sssskin. He isssss already aroussssed, and ready to ssssubmit. [i]Already, Razor is bulging in the front of his pants, his eyes glazed over. His legs shake before he collapses completely, kneeling in front of the glass wall as the tentacle slides in and out of his ass, pumping more and more of the goo inside, flooding him and filling him with the arousing chemicals.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yessssss. That issss jusssst what I wanted. No ressssisssstance. [i]The smaller cat groans, rolling onto his side, and then onto his back. He seems to spread his legs all the further as he looks down. He groans, panting, one hand reaching down, claws flicking in and out before he slumps back, gasping.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yesssssss, it’ssss found your prosssstate now. It will break you, Swat Kat. It will break you hard. [i]The doctor laughs as the tendril thickens into a proper-sized fucking tool. The parasite has already spread, soaking into the cat’s paws and then moving up his body, sliding under his jumpsuit and into his crotch, up his legs, up his chest, always moving to consume more and more of him, to cover more and more of his body.[/i] [i]It moves even quicker than the first one, and there is less resistance this time. Like with T-Bone, the clothes seem to disappear under the parasite’s body, either melted down or going completely transparent, the features of the body beneath brought to the surface. Razor’s rapidly hardening cock is soon soaked in the black ooze, pulled into a similar sheath as T-Bone’s, only this time the tip seems to glow green.[/i] Dr. Viper: Hehehe, green eyessss, green cockssss. Issss that their way of ssssshowing who issss infected? [i]The black reaches Razor’s eyes, and the Swat Kat displays the same green as his teammate. He goes from having a grimace of tired resistance to a full-on grin, his eyes barely half-open as the ooze covers his ears and mouth. It spreads along his body, covering him, sliming him up and leaving him looking like a gooey version of himself.[/i] [i]And it never stops pumping him, sliding in and out of his ass, fucking it, spreading it, stretching it. He arches his back, slams down against it, almost like he is entirely focused on the feeling of being fucked up the ass over any other sensation that he could feel. And despite the dazed, loopy, tired look on his face, his body moves like someone who’s been fully rested all day, full of energy.[/i] [i]Razor groans in obvious pleasure, finally giving in and letting the parasite use him as it continues to slide over and through him. On the other side, T-Bone is in a similar situation, his body almost completely covered by the black ooze, and it is only a matter of time until the two parasites integrate with their hosts. After that, it merely is a matter of seeing if they stay healthy or not.[/i] Dr. Viper: Mmm…thissss will take time. And there are other experimentssss I can check while I wait…I’ll be back, little catssss. [i]The doctor half-walks, half-slithers away, leaving the Swat Kats to continue their transformation in peace.[/i] ################################################# [u][center]Checking In[/center][/u] [i]Dr. Viper returns to the testing chambers, carrying a cup of coffee in hand. He walks up to the glass, and almost immediately breaks into a grin.[/i] Dr. Viper: Well now, issssn’t thissss a mosssst pleassssant sssssurprisssse? [i]Inside the testing chambers, the two Swat Kats have been completely consumed inside of their parasites, their bodies hosts to growing, maturing creatures that are enjoying every aspect of their new forms. Hands run up and down their feline bodies, their eyes glowing green and their cocks happily bobbing up and down, oozing more of the green stuff.[/i] [i]They press themselves to the glass barrier, grinning at one another, the former Razor staring down at T-Bone’s cock, and the former T-Bone grinning as he strokes it for the other’s enjoyment.[/i] Dr. Viper: Heh, were the pair of you loverssss before you were caught, hmm? Waiting for one another again? Well, who am I to deny sssssuch devotion? [i]The doctor presses a button, and the lower part of the glass barrier rises up. The creatures move their hosts almost like liquid, smooth and quick between the gap.[/i] [i]The former Razor pushes the former T-Bone onto his back, climbing up his legs and grinning as he does. He rests his hands on the other host, running his fingers up and down his chest. Soon, he slides further down, nuzzling the tip of his muzzle against the bigger Swat Kat’s crotch, pushing at his cock.[/i] Dr. Viper: Fasssscinating. They’re learning how to copy materialsssss. Imitating the uniformssss of the Swat Katssss. Oh, what ussssse that could end up being. Hehehehe. Even adjusssssting them for proper...breeding. Perhapssss they even think at each other through their cocks...communicating through pre-cum, yesssss, certainly a possssibility. [i]The tips of their cocks are green and glowing, imitating some of the thicker slime that had emerged during their infestation. Rather than simply having holes in their uniforms, their cocks are held in sophisticated goo-shafts, keeping them hard, pointed, and obvious.[/i] [i]It doesn’t take long before the smaller Swat Kat swallows the green tip of the covered cock, teasing over the second skin and giving it great attention. He doesn’t use his hands, only his mouth.[/i] Dr. Viper: Well, regardlessssss of whether they are communicating, they certainly induce a need for...pleassssure. [i]Razor eventually pulls his mouth back, sliding further up the bigger feline until his black-clad rump pressed against the big guy’s cock. He smiles, grinding back on it a few times, teasing himself and his partner.[/i] [i]Just as it didn’t take long for him to finish playing with the shaft with his mouth, it doesn’t take long for the shaft to be ready for further fun with that rump. Green goo oozes out, the shaft soaked in the reproductive fluids of the parasite.[/i] Dr. Viper: Replication is going well, hehehe. The parassssitessss are reproducing and continuing to sssspread... [i]The pair of parasites pause, obviously a bit confused as to what to do next. The green lights in their eyes seem to intensify, searching through the memories of their hosts for what comes next in the pleasurable act that they’re taking part in.[/i] Dr. Viper: Even more fassscinating. They don’t just learn, they ressssearch their hosssstssss for what they need. But can they – yessssss! [i]The pair of former, infected heroes grin, the former Razor turning around and grinding his ass back on T-Bone’s throbbing shaft.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yes, yes, aware of the need for hossssst bodiesssss for the replicated piecessss…put it in…put it in! [i]They do. Razor pushes back, impaling himself properly, filling his ass up almost as if he could hear the Doctor commanding him to do that very thing. The pair of felines groan and grind against each other, eagerly rutting one another.[/i] Dr. Viper: Mmmm, yesssss. The aphrodissssiacssss and the other chemicalssss have overwhelmed their common sssenssse. Perhapssss even giving the parasssssitesssss a chance to take over directly. [i]The Doctor chuckles, patting the glass.[/i] Dr. Viper: If that issss the casssse, they are even more perfect petssss than I thought they could be. [i]The Swat Kats continue to fuck down below, the green globs of pre-cum starting to spread from Razor’s ass and cock, starting to drip on the floor. None of it is quite the right look for true pre-cum, and the Doctor chuckles.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yes...all according to plan… #################### [u][center]Awareness of the Hosts[/center][/u] Dr. Viper: They were doing quite well, yessssterday. I wonder if my little petssss will have any ssssurprissssessss for me today. [i]The Doctor turns on the lights in the lab, going to the observation window. Immediately, he smiles.[/i] Dr. Viper: Oh, what do we have here? [i]The parasite has peeled back over the upper body of T-Bone, showing off his muscles and fur once more. His cock remains supported in the green-ringed, latex sleeve around his shaft, and the tip remains a throbbing, bouncing green. Razor, on the other hand, is still completely covered, stalking his teammate around the enclosure.[/i] Dr. Viper: Hehehe, oh, they are ssssuch ssssadisssstic beasssstsss, my petsss. Letting him have his mind back…cruel, cruel. I love it. [i]As T-Bone tries to protest, obviously trying to convince Razor that they need to get out, that they need to fight this, the completely-covered Swat Kat just grins and licks his lips. The parasites seem to enjoy their fun, with the one around T-Bone gradually swallowing him back up again, even going so far as to tie his arms behind his back before finally pinning his legs in place.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yessss, assss expected. A group mind meanssss group tacticsss. They don’t need to hunt. They jusssst play. [i]Pinned in place, T-Bone is easy prey for Razor, who quickly moves around the other, bigger Swat Kat to stand behind him. He grabs him around the middle and lifts him off the ground, prompting a whistle from the Doctor.[/i] Dr. Viper: Heh, enhanced sssstrength for their hossstssss. And quite a bit of it, too. Very good, very good. [i]T-Bone remains suspended in the air, his lower half completely covered by the parasite, with more of it spreading up and over his chest. It forms a harness of sorts before creating a gag that slides right into his mouth, stifling his begging cries.[/i] Dr. Viper: Heh, wonder if it wasssss getting assss annoyed with the begging asssss I wassss. [i]Razor wastes no time lining up his cock with his teammate’s ass and ramming in, his face a sadistic imitation of his former self. Even with the slight discomfort on T-Bone’s face, he keeps hammering in, and despite himself, the other, bigger Swat Kat stays hard, his cock twitching every so often in the tight latex sheath around it.[/i] Dr. Viper: He couldn’t esssscape the sssenssssation even if he wanted to. The latex hasssss become a psssseudo-sssskin, transssmitting all sssstimulation to the brain asssss if it wassss coming from the flessssh itsssself. [i]Indeed, T-Bone stops grunting and starts moaning against the gag in short order, the smaller teammate ramming him faster and harder in response. There is no slowing down, no sudden grief. Just full use of that big butt.[/i] [i]It doesn’t take long before T-Bone’s hole starts oozing with the same green pre-cum that Razor’s had been dripping during their last coupling. It speeds up the fucking process, but there is something else going on.[/i] Dr. Viper: Hmmm, worth noting. Ssssexual activitiessss sssseem to sssspeed up the production of micro-organissssmssss in the hosssst. [i]He makes a note in a pad as he thinks of it, the fucking getting more and more fast-paced down below. The parasite on T-Bone keeps expanding and shrinking across his body, never going past his waist but always giving the illusion that some freedom will be possible. The look of fear, arousal, hope, and then back to fear continues in a cycle across T-Bone’s face, showing how inescapable his situation is.[/i] Dr. Viper: Of coursssse, that will only be the ssssstart of thingsssss. When thissss issss over, the other parasssite will want a turn. [i]But until then, the whole show will continue. Razor grunts, the parasite-controlled Swat Kat pumping something up his partner’s hole. Not cum, though. The Doctor checks the read-outs from the cameras, chuckling to himself.[/i] Dr. Viper: A much fasssster build-up of micro-organisssmssss than expected. Fasssster, but not at all unwelcome. [i]Razor puts T-Bone down, but before the bigger Swat Kat can try and escape, or even try and convince his friend that what they’d done was wrong, the transformation starts to reverse. The black and green creep back over T-Bone’s chest, spreading out over his arms and up his neck, running right up to his face. And on Razor, the latex pseudo-skin comes down, exposing his face and eyes and mouth for the first time in over a day.[/i] [i]For a moment, the two prisoners look at each other, lucid and able to speak together for a split second. And they waste it, gaping at each other, unable to figure out what to say before T-Bone is completely covered again.[/i] Dr. Viper: Ah, sssstupid heroessss. Sssssimply, the besssst ssssort. ##################################### [u][center]Returning the Favor[/center][/u] [i]The good doctor watches as the scene shifts, smiling as he sips his coffee to the sight of the latex creatures spreading further over T-Bone and leaving him completely controlled once more. The other feline has been stripped to the waist of his latex binds, but his cock is still glowing green, his body still covered in a black and green harness across the chest, his mouth forced open by a stiff ring gag.[/i] Dr. Viper: The creaturessss mussst be drawing on memoriesssss. Pulling out kinky sssscenessss to play out. Very good, very good indeed. Now, what will you do? Apply the chemicalssss for further changesssss? [i]The viper grins as the thicker Swat Kat seems intent on doing just that, stepping forward and sliding his cock past the ring, sliding the dripping green tip over Razor’s tongue. The other feline groans, trying and failing to shake his head.[/i] Dr. Viper: The creature has a good grip on him. That, or it issss becoming ever more addictive. Mmm, I hope it’ssss the latter. A good focusssss on addiction will lead to more and more hosssstsss for the creaturessss. [i]He leans against the glass in front of him, smiling as the bigger of the two felines starts thrusting away, unable to help himself as he slams his hips forward faster and faster. The tight latex ooze of the creature keeps him from slowing down, and shows off every bit of his body better than being naked would do. All that pesky fur is pushed flat, showing off only the most sensual of details.[/i] Dr. Viper: Hmmm, the green issss getting sssstronger, too. They’re reaching a critical masssss, I think…sssssoon, ssssoon it will all be over. Go on, T-Bone. Ssssshow your partner jusssst what he means to you. [i]As if the cats could hear the mad scientist, the bigger one starts thrusting away, grabbing Razor by the back of the head and using his mouth as little more than a fucking toy. In and out, in and out he went, the other cat’s eyes going more and more green the more that his face was fucked, his balls seeming to swell and churn between his legs. The doctor looks down at them and grins.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yesssss, build up for the next phasssse. You will be complete soon, my petssss. [i]In and out, in and out the thrusting goes, the bigger cat going up on his tiptoes to get his dick completely buried in his partner. In and out, in and out, in and –[/i] Dr. Viper: Yessssssss…fill him… [i]The big cat doesn’t huff or puff the way that a normal person would do at the end of their orgasm. Instead, he just grins as his banded cock pulses and spurts, shooting several obvious strings of cum down the other feline’s throat. Razor is forced to chug it down, swallowing as fast as he can to get it all into his stomach.[/i] [i]At the end of it, T-Bone pulls back, his face pulled into a tight smirk as he slaps his cock against the other cat’s face, smearing the green pre-slime at the end of his cock against the ring-gag that the smaller cat wears. Razor looks up, his eyes lidded, glowing green without his head being surrounded by the latex of the creature.[/i] Dr. Viper: Mmm, consssssuming the chemicals hassss had an effect. He’ssss more interessssted now, more eager for more cum. The creaturesssss are able to feed off of each other, crossssss-breed and crosssss-fertilize. [i]It is a fascinating development, particularly as the smaller cat leans forward, nuzzling his cheek hesitantly against the cock in front of him. T-Bone looks a bit confused, or rather, the creature in control does, but then the smirk comes back.[/i] [i]Both of the hosts suddenly kneel, their smiles going from needy and submissive in Razor’s case, and cocky and arrogant in T-Bone’s, to a strange blend of satisfied and confused. They smile towards the camera, kneeling down with their legs spread, both of them throbbing hard. The green bands on their cocks suddenly seem to go a bit loose, but the sleeve of latex keeps their cocks hard, pointing up as they start to go a bit green.[/i] Dr. Viper: They are fertilized…ready to make more… [i]Dr. Viper grins, setting his cup aside as he opens his robe. The viper grabs hold of his cock, giving it a few good strokes to the show as he sees the two cats starting to spill pre-slime all over the place, puddling it between their legs from the sheer level of hyper-production that’s finally begun.[/i] Dr. Viper: Of courssssse, the creature requiressss plenty of moissssture for the final processsss. Keeping everything damp, wet, ssssslippery. And it wouldn’t want to damage the hosssstssss, either, of coursssse. [i]The black goo is spreading up along Razor’s front, covering him from the waist up to his neck. On T-Bone, the blackness is spreading down from his head, coming down to his collarbone, leaving them both wrapped up from neck to toe in a strange, black suit, one that seems to be tightening more and more around their cocks.[/i] [i]The green down there is getting stronger, too, getting more visible, almost like it’s glowing through from the inside. The doctor smirks as he grabs his cock that much more tightly, knowing that he is going to get a very, very good show in very short time.[/i] Dr. Viper: End recording. ######################################## [u][center]Beginning the Nest[/center][/u] Dr. Viper: I need sssssomething more comfortable for thissss. [i]The scientist pulls one of his chairs over to the observation window, throwing his coat over the back of it and settling in to enjoy a good, erotic show. And he is not disappointed.[/i] [i]By the time that he returns to the window, the creatures have already begun their nesting process, shooting goo strings out of their hosts and lifting them off the ground. Other binding strands keep them in the kneeling positions, their heels connected to their backs, their legs spread, their balls hanging down and their cocks pointing forward.[/i] Dr. Viper: Their reproductive chemicalssss are sssstill sssspreading through their bodiessss. Ssssswell, ssssswell, ssssswell! [i]His chants accompany the growth of their balls and cocks, the green making them look like they’re growing bigger with some strange gas, their shafts expanding both forwards and outwards, getting longer and thicker. The only place where the black ooze seems to slide away is near the tip, where the urethra is finally exposed.[/i] [i]The hosts are groaning, their green eyes going unfocused, their mouths trying to form words. Before the doctor can complain, the creatures are already taking steps.[/i] Dr. Viper: Gagsssss? Oooh, gagssss and more. [i]He grins as the creatures forms a mask of sorts, one that is cupped to fit the muzzle of the cat that serves as the host. T-Bone is the first to be covered, his mouth filled with a rod in the middle of the mask, then sealed shut by the pressure of the creature’s goo flesh.[/i] Dr. Viper: A ssssself-ssssusssstaining feeding cycle. Most brilliant. I congratulate myssssself on thisssss. [i]As the other creature starts forming a mask for Razor, the reproduction process begins. Both hosts groan as their dicks suddenly swell at the base, momentarily looking rather canine before the bulge starts sliding further and further up their enlarged shafts. Neither feline complains in pain, but rather moans, their eyes going more unfocused.[/i] [i]The bulge makes their cocks look positively enormous, particularly when it reaches the head. For a moment, the tip flattens out, then a flood of green slime pushes forward, falling out like a waterfall from the head of their cocks, drenching the floor further before it is finally cut off by the source of the whole thing.[/i] Dr. Viper: The eggssss. Lay them, Sssswat Katsssss, and give me more… [i]The scientist is getting more into it than he normally would, but he has been denying himself for more of the procedure, keeping his urges under his coat. Now, he can finally enjoy what he’s seeing.[/i] Dr. Viper: Readingssss…holding ssstable. Ssssensorssss…sssshowing increassssed pheromone levelssss insssside the chamber. Meanssss to capture other hosssstssss? Oh, my petssss, you truly are my greatesssst creation. [i]The doctor squeezes his shaft that much harder as he watches the process continue, both felines groaning and swaying in their bindings as their cocks are forced to lay eggs, to produce more of the creatures that have taken control of them. They are panting, huffing into their masks, their throats working to swallow down more of the ooze that the creatures are feeding them.[/i] [i]Finally, the first egg comes free, falling to the floor. It is cushioned by the slime that has been pushed out already, keeping it from cracking. For a split second, T-Bone’s cock gapes open, another miniature waterfall of green slime and cum falling down over the egg before the shaft starts sealing itself up again.[/i] [i]Razor is not much better. His cock droops down, but only from the sheer weight of the egg in the head of his cock. The urethra stretches tight around the thick bulge, the egg’s tip barely pushing through the hole. More slime oozes out around it, forcing it forward, the muscles in the shaft clenching and pushing it a little further, then a bit further –[/i] POP! [i]The egg falls free, landing in the pile along with another deluge of green slime. The doctor is grinning wildly at this point.[/i] Dr. Viper: Yesssss…Thissss…thisss issss my greatessst successssss. A creature that knowssss no boundariessss…that learnssss from itssss hosssst…that can plan and reproduce with easssse. There will be no sssstopping this one. [i]After the first born, the eggs come far more freely, the two cats becoming more and more hazy as their minds are overwritten by the hormones, pheromones, and raw pleasure that the creatures are feeding them. There is little more need for them than databanks for the creatures to draw from and reproductive systems that the creature can use to propagate itself. Dr. Viper growls as he comes close to climax, and then goes over it.[/i] [i]With a mental note to get the window cleaned, the good doctor gets to his feet, leaving the experimentation room and initiating all quarantine procedures. After all, it would not do for the creature’s offspring to get to other parts of his lab without permission and without his control.[/i] Dr. Viper: Experiment…ssssuccesssss.