Nick fidgeted unobtrusively with the straps of his satchel bag and tried to get comfortable in his seat. He was convinced it hadn't been designed for comfort however, the contours of the cushions where just the wrong side of comfortable. The reception room he'd been escorted too was also uncomfortably bright, the severe white fluorescent tubes reflected off the chrome furniture frames and plate glass windows. Standing up the young human walked over to the windows and lent on the railing so he could look down. He paused to look over his expression and adjusted his collar and tie and ran a hair through his neat red hair making sure it was still tidy.


The windows looked out over the ultra modern foyer three stories below, it was a plethora of crystal columns, fountains and cascades of coloured waters swirling through pipes. It all looked bright and inviting and eerily empty. The young lady at the reception desk looked very lonely and the big guys lounging behind the security kiosk were an isolated patch of darkness near the glass doors. Turning away Nick jumped as a screen flickered on and an orange and yellow sine wave danced across it gently and a voice spoke through the pa system.


“Mr Cayenne, sorry to keep you waiting, we had a slight delay with our last applicant,” the voice was cheerful and excitable, high pitched with an odd accent Nick couldn't quite place. “If you jump in the elevator we'll begin.”


“Ah thank you,” Nick replied as he collected his bag and stepped into the elevator car that had opened for him. Turning around to face the doors Nick glanced at the same pattern on the lift control panel and addressed it, ”May I ask your name?”


“Of course you can,” the voice replied, the orange and yellow lines pulsing to each syllable, they then fell still and Nick grimaced slightly as he realised what they were doing.


“What is your name?”


“Glad you asked, I am Chaos, chief of the sales distribution, after sales care and targeted marketing department,” Nick opened his mouth to comment on the strange name but the voice carried on talking, “I’ve been looking over your application Mr Cayenne and I am liking what I see, you've got great technical skills, amazing scientific qualifications and a unique understanding of chemical polymers and plastics. I'm very happy with what I've seen so far, I also love your listed interests.”


Nick stared at the screen, a befuddled from creeping over his face as the voice whittered on cheerfully. The lift car meanwhile left the open glass tube, darkness engulfing the walls on either side and then without warning the lift changed direction, skimming sideways and pushing the human against the wall. “Where are we going… and wait… I never put that on my application!”


The cheerful voice paused for half a second then purred softly, “Well of course I looked you up, if you didn't want us to know about your sexual interests you should have kept them off the internet.”


Sputtering Nick tried to formulate a response but the lift jolted and changed direction again, making the human stagger backwards, “What is going on, where are you taking me! Stop this at once…”


“Oh no Nicky boy,” the voice laughed, “You have been selected for the job, FerretCorp is happy to welcome you to the family.”


Grabbing the railing around the edge of the lift Nick jabbed the buttons, the alarm, the intercom and various floors but none of them did anything, “I’d like to know the terms of my contract before I sign anything! This feels a lot like a kidnapping and not like a job interview, who are you people!”


“I told you, I am Chaos and you are here to fill our vacant position, I need to downsize and require an second in command.”


Nick gaped at the screen then yelled as he was pitched onto his back as the lift stopped, he didn't get time to stand up however as the lift car was tilting, the doors where now the ceiling and then it started moving again with a faint whine of motors. Seconds later there was a fwoompf of compressed air as the lift car entered a large glass tunnel and raced across a large room. Staring through the glass wall of the lift Nick found himself looking into a brightly coloured wonderland of an office. There were cubicles, holographic screens and regular keyboards and everywhere his eyes looked there were brightly coloured weasels of all shapes and sizes, fully anthropomorphic to tiny ferals and every size and combination in between. They seemed to be made from a variety of shiny materials, latex & vinyl were the most dominant but some of them had neoprene & fibreoptic faux fur. 


None of them were working however, they were all playing, rolling around, larking and having fun, jumping and bouncing all over the place. It was a brightly coloured riot of chattering voices, dooking and laughter. “Dreadful isn't it? I let recruitment get too big and now we can't get anything done,” Chaos’ voice continued, so I need to downsize but there is a lot of expertise down there I need to keep.”


“How am I supposed to do that?” Nick queried as he pulled himself up onto hands and knees, “I…. Wait what are you doing now?” looking through the glass Nick could see new tubes attaching themselves to the lift and with a faint whirr the roof of the car opened and air started to be sucked out. Nick scrambled, trying to grab hold of something as he felt himself being lifted up off of the ground, “No… wait you can’t…” whatever else he may have had to say was cut off as the contents of the lift were sucked into the tube, Nick included…


fwoompf!!


-0-


With the suction of the tube making breathing difficult Nick lost track of time and space, his world was a dull roar of glass and light and nausea.  He was about to lose the contents of his stomach when he thumped headfirst into a large grill. It held him in place, suspended in the middle of the tube then with a howl of escaping air the sides of the tube slipped open and long robotic arms wielding scissors unfolded. Nick screamed and tried to move but the air flow was holding him in place and then he froze as he felt seams ripped, cloth flapped and was then sucked away down a tube. 


As suddenly as it started the stream of air died and robotic arm that had sliced his clothes free folded away behind a glass panel that click shut. Nick thumped naked against the glass and attempted to push himself up, to take stock of his situation but a new pipe clicked into place beyond the gill and the metal bars slipped aside. A jet stream of air hurled him down the new pipe without any warning. He tumbled around, spinning in a most uncomfortable way before falling out of the pipe and crashed into a huge tube.


At first all he could do was lie still and stare groggily at nothing in particular whilst he let his inner ear settle down. Slowly lifting his head the human stared vacantly through the glass walls of his prison, he was still above the large office but as he lay there watching he saw more tubes at work. They were deploying from the ceiling, the walls and floor sucking up the brightly coloured office workers. They were being pulled up into the vast network of pipes that ran in a massive tangle all around and as Nick watched he saw several of them losing cohesion, their bodies being sucked out of shape, dissolving into a fluid mess of brightly coloured liquid. 


The tangle of pipes was hard to follow so Nick was caught off guard entirely as one of the myriad pipes attached to his huge glass prison suddenly sprayed a thick mess of bright purple gunk over his naked body. Splattering against his skin like paint it was thick and oily, shiny and slippery and no sooner had Nick caught his breath from the surprise then a stream of shiny green liquid latex poured in from above. It slicked back his short hair and dripped down his back leaving him gasping and squirming from the gunging. A splatter of yellow and violet gunk followed next, spraying over the human from two directions, squishing into his joints and oozing over his skin. It felt warm and slippery and as Nick tried to wipe it off his skin he noticed the thick latex and vinyl gunge wasn't mixing or mingling. That was the last coherent thought Nick got to have for a while as with a gurgling gloop every pipe connected to his tank disgorged its contents at once.


Nick vanished beneath a multi-coloured swirl that was splashing and soaking his body, squirming and struggling Nick found himself floating, struggling to keep his head above the surface as the tank filled and he was buoyed up by the increasing level of liquid. Rubbing a hand over his head to get his hair out of his eyes Nick froze as a handful of hair came away in his hand and squished into gunk between his fingers. Struggling and squirming the human found all his body hair had gone, it had been washed away into gunge and when he clawed at the side of the tank and managed to get his arm free he saw only a swirl of coloured goop coating his skin. It didn't drip off or run and with a hesitant whimper he squeezed his wrist and stared in horror at how malleable his arm was. Nothing felt different but everything had changed, he was different, somehow.


Floating on his back near the top the tank Nick ran his fingers across his chest and stomach, probing and feeling, trying to work out what happened to him. His contemplation was interrupted as a pair of slimy hands oozed up out of the thick pool of gunk and gripped his ankles. Another hand clamped over his face and then yanked him beneath the surface with a thick gloop of displaced gunge. He flailed, struggling and squealing as hands seemed to grope and tease along his entire body, they were playing with him as if he was taffy or play-doh. It felt wrong, it felt good, it was weird, it was erotic, Nick didn't have time to decide, was he drowning, or being jerked off, slippery slinky hands and sensual mouths teasing his rock hard cock whilst he was suffocated and squished. For a moment he felt something brush against his rump, teasing fingers parting his pert cheek, a warm tongue of goo gliding over his pucker. Then quite suddenly the slithering slab of muscle drove into his behind and his head broached the surface of the tank. He strained to break free, to wriggle away but the goo was all pervasive, he was the gunge and after a sticky gasp the hand clamped over his face pulled him back under.


He was taken, his rear invaded by the flexible, squirming, teasing tongue, warm lips wrapped about his shafts and squeezed against his balls whilst hands stroked and teased, played with and toyed against his body. It was all too much and with a moan that flooded his mouth with eager, exploring goo he came, cock twitching, spurting something slippery and gooey into the slime. He couldn't seem to stop, his hips kept twitching, his toes trembling, his cock pulsing until with one final rush of thick slick gooey cum he sprayed himself into the gunge. Everything lost cohesion, his tormentors, his limbs, his sense of self, darkness rushed in carrying his orgasmic bliss down into slumber as he passed out, the human giving way to be one with the goo.


-0-


When he came too he was moving, sliding through a tube, his body stretched and tingling as the slick glass walls pressed in on him from all sides. It was growing narrower, smaller, he was being pushed into a tight place and he was not alone. There were other voices, humming, chittering, excited words and thoughts mingling with his, it was growing hard to separate his memories with those of the strange shiny critters who had become the gunge; no become him! He was the gunge, he had no shape, he was a formless mass of goo, his mind was the strongest but their thoughts had mixed with his, Nick the human was gone… now… now he was.... sliding through a tube, a rushing mass of rainbow swirled latex, liquid vinyl and needs. 


Suddenly he flowed into a larger chamber, his body sloshed into the rectangular chamber and with an effort Nick pulled himself up onto all fours. His legs sloshed, feet lost in the gunge, oozing liquid pouring across his body, flowing and shifting as he arched his back and pulled his torso and chest free of the goo. Everything felt so strange, fluid and disconnected, his body was human made from the heavy mess of rainbow liquid, hands and feet, knees and lower legs merged into the thick pool of gunge spread all around. He could see himself in the mirrored walls of this tank, he looked so alien, a human outline of slime that glistened and gleamed and there, hanging low between his thighs, tip merging into the pool, his cock. He was so hard, the thoughts mingling in his mind where excited, horny and to his shame, confusion and deep need so was he.


Shaking his head from side to side Nick tried to move but the goo held him, he sways and glooped a ripple of gunge rolling up his chest and making him cry out. Then without warning a pipe deployed from the ceiling, curved up and under his rump, it squished in and the human cried out in alarm! He had a moment to try and twist free before something wriggly, with four paws and a slick muzzle was squished into his behind. It slid inside, making him feel like he was being stretched as new thoughts detonated inside his mind. He squealed and bucked forwards from the sudden invasion then gasped as the goo around his right arm contracted, it bulked up in a thick layer, drawing back from the floor to form a huge shiny paw, a latex shape of teal vinyl, tiny rainbow claws. Somehow the rest of the pool was holding back, not spreading, it was as if it had set in place but before Nick could do more then try and wriggle his fingers another shape pressed up under his rump and with a squeal he found the same thing happening to his left arm. Vinyl and latex of so many colours swirled around his form, bulking up, shifting, squeezing, burying his human shape under the huge, stubby front leg of some animal, a glistening paw with proper claws and no thumbs. 


Squirming, struggling, nick tried to pull away, tried to tear himself away, the invading shapes where powerful, their thoughts were mingling with his to a greater extent, it was growing harder to remember who he was. What he was and then another shape was wriggling up into his but and with a squeal he felt the gunge contract around his right leg. He dropped lower, his lower leg and foot vanishing, thighs growing thinner, glooping out into the shape of a paw. The same was happening to his left leg, seconds after the first intrusion into his goopy body another wriggling shape had hit his rear and exploded into his liquid shape with a ripple and a burst of new thoughts and memories. Nick screamed, crouched on all four feet now, struggling to comprehend what was happening to him, what was being done to him and to keep hold of his own thoughts. Whining softly Nick squirmed as the tube slipped out of his backside, maybe it was over, maybe he could win… the minds now filling his were stronger than the snippets and thoughts from the others. They were fully formed memories, sales tactics, operational matters, mischief, ooooh so much mischief, so many thoughts about fun products and things to do to customers, products… it was too much for a human to comprehend, he was slipping, he was going to lose himself but no…. no he had to hold on.


Pressing up on his gloopy paws, free of the pool now Nick could move, could try to escape this tank before anything else happened. Opening his eyes he looked up and glomped his mouth right into a tube pushing forward, it squished into his mouth. With a muffled squeal he tried to back up, to pull away he could see a creature sliding down the tube, they were a squished purple outline, huge, with four feet, a big body, an upper torso, a taur seemingly made from slippery shiny latex. Their expression was odd, the tube distorted it, they looked surprised, excited yet oh so very much surprised! Then the tube was smooshing their goopy body into his! Light vanished, his body bucked and twisted as the purple gunk and this strangers mind where meshed into his! One second he was human, sort of, the neck his body was elongating, his arse pushing out a thick tail whilst his head twisted, his nose flattened, pushed forwards as his ears crept up the side of his face. Blinking his eyes open Nick whined at the sight of his reflection in the mirrored walls of the tank. All the vestiges of his humanity had were gone, he had a muzzle, big shiny round weasel ears, a slinky ferret body atop big puffy vinyl paws that squeaked and squirked against the glass of his prison. What made it all so much worse was the loss of self, his memories where a muddle with everyone else’s, he couldn’t focus, couldn’t see, couldn’t be! 


Then with no warning the floor of the tank clanked open and he fell! The tube below was wide and thick but soon started to squeeze, instincts kicked in, he tried to pull himself in so he could fall through and his body compacted down. Moaning at the strange sensation of the goop he was made from squishing down into a denser, compact layer made his paws twitch and his cock pulse. Oh lord he had forgotten how horny he was, how needy, he had to stop… something… something bad was going to happen if he came! But he couldn’t stop it, the instinct to keep squishing himself into a denser, solid, shiny package was too strong. Whining in need Nick started to thrust his hips, humping the side of the tube as he slipped deeper and grew smaller, hotter, the memories pressing against his were so intense, they were a part of him. Throwing his head back as he slipped through the last tight bend of the tube Nick emitted a feral, animalistic squeak as he came! Thick jets of slippery vinyl spurted free of his shaft as his compact liquid form poured into a constricting shape. He felt his paws and tail, muzzle, ears and body reforming as he was squished into the mould waiting for him. He was a ferret again, he just knew it and then there was heat, the tail end of his orgasm moved into a blinding flash of warmth that made his body tremble and his mind explode. He squealed, thick, heavy shaft and balls sinking down, squished into the shape of the mould until he was smooth and slick between his legs, he could pick a gender and genitals when he needed them, for now he had to just be himself! Be… be…. darkness swept in, Nick felt the memories and minds inside his gooey body falling apart like he was, mingling, merging, some other force melding them together and then with a last shuddering squeak he passed out.


-0-


Sound returned first, a faint rustling noise and then sight as the stiff walls of the mould pulled pulled apart and he slid free. He rolled out, landing on all fours on a soft, spongy floor that bulged under his weight before springing back into shape. Blinking his eyes he stared at his bright shiny, rainbow whorled arms, they were solid, slick, smooth, living vinyl. He was so very, very shiny it was hard to look away from his paws.


The creature he looked up into wasn’t much better, he was just as shiny, bright orange with a yellow chest and stomach. A beautiful yellow mask around his eyes and a bright yellow nose. He was a ferret, just like he was though he was wearing a headset and was grinning down at him with a warm inviting smile.


“Hi Luka,” he chittered, “So nice of you to wake up, how do you feel?”


“I feel good,” Luka stretched then paused, was that his name… yes of course it was his name, he couldn’t be Nick Cayenne anymore could he, not really. He was too many woozles all smooshed and baked together, the human bits had been squashed away into goop and then merged… he was definitely feeling like a Luka. “Oh yes brother,” he bounced up and wrapped his shiny arms about the fellow weasel, “I feel very good!”


Chaos chittered and hugged the weasel back, the pair of them little more than two feet tall currently, bright and squeaky and shiny and standing on the edge of their new ball pit. He had hands, smooth slender fingers with thumbs and big feral looking feet and a swishy shiny tail that gleamed and glistened. He also had lots of interesting memories, he remembered what the ball pit was for and peered into it with interest. It was big, the size of a swimming pool and the balls were all small plastic bubbles filled with brightly coloured liquids that sloshed and splashed about as their containers gently rolled and undulated against one another. Luka watched it shifting about for a minute as he let his thoughts catch up with his body then turned his head to look up at the big chair surrounded by holographic screens and then beyond to the ceiling covered in pipes and odd machines. 


“Oooh, you changed the office I see, what’s all this?” Luka clambered up into the chair and peered at all the screens then picked up the second head set and tucked it onto his head. 


“Our new office, we are distribution and after sales care,” Chaos bounced up next to his rainbow coloured brother and settled in, “We have a huge backlog of orders to dispatch, I let the staff get too big, no one would work they just wanted to play,” Chaos dooked and squirmed, “Mayhem got rather annoyed with me about it so I hired you to downsize for me!”


Luka licked his nose with his tongue and shivered, “Oooh, that’s new, couldn’t do that before,” he looked sideways at his brother and smirked, “I noticed, naughty Chaos, poor human me had no chance did he?”


“Of course he did,” Chaos said primly, twitching his tail, “Not my fault he was the best candidate, he could have just not turned up for the interview and he’d have got to stay human.”


“Well that would be boring, I like this… feels good to be me,” Luka pointed beyond the ball pit, “What’s through there?”


“Our room, for when we wanna play or nap or such, though this chair is plenty comfy and I filled the ball pit! Left over staffers, other candidates, lots of shiny potential down there”


Luka peered over the edge into the pit and grinned, “Ooooh, I did wonder what you did with them… hmm though ah shouldn’t we get to work? Mayhem will want an update soon I bet and we haven’t got any work done just ah… made me!”


Chaos nodded and flicked his fingers against the arm of the chair, calling up a variety of holographic screens, “Yeah we should have a look at our backlog, get some orders processed… we can play later.”


Luka dooked, squirming slightly and smiling, leaning in to nuzzle his brother before taking over one of the screens, “Sure, I know how to do this eheee this is going to be lots of fun, lets see… what needs doing first.”


After a couple of minutes the tubes over head began to rumble, boxes, bags, shiny objects and the odd customer or staff member started to whizz past overhead. The greyhounds needed packages so they could make deliveries, there were orders to fulfill and every now and then a customer to recall and put through their after care questionnaire. So much work for shiny weasels to do, so much fun to be had and they could do it together, Chaos and Luka together again!


~fin