As Mary desperately licked up as much potion as she could, her entire body seemed to relax more and more. Although she knew she and Max were changing, at least if they changed at the same rate she might have a chance to escape from him. Noticing her muscles felt loose, Mary finally tried to pull away from Max, the spilled potion nearly all gone. However, try as she might to move away and disconnect, in a weird sense it felt as though she was accomplishing the opposite, and Max was moving deeper inside her, except without the earlier discomfort.
At first, Mary assumed she was simply tired, but as she concentrated more on her situation, she found she had less and less control over her body. No longer able to pull herself away, she flopped down on the floor, barely having the strength to turn her head. As she twitched slightly to a side, she managed to spot Max out of the corner of her eye. However, he appeared somewhat blurry to her, or at least she could not see his form clearly. Initially, she attributed that to the fact that she could not get a good look. As time went on, she began to feel that something more was wrong, and Max's shape was becoming ill-defined.
Worried that whatever was happening to Max would happen to her, Mary tried desperately to concentrate on Max. So strongly, in fact, that she felt as though she could see through his eyes looking back at her. The strange sensation grew, and Mary felt his diaphragm still heaving from their earlier exertions, as well as the pull of his loins, although she couldn't understand how. Finally, she felt his desire as though it were her own, and her memories began to feel jumbled.
Side by side with memories of elementary school and learning to drive were memories of having a tail docked and learning the commands of "sit" and "stay." Memories of walking on two feet melted into memories of walking on four paws. The exhilaration of scoring a raise faded into the exhilaration of chasing a stick. Eventually, it became unclear where one set of memories ended and the other began. And, as this strange melding of minds took place, the same was happening to the bodies. After what seemed like an eternity, but lasted only minutes, a large black blob lay on the apartment floor.
"Viiials..." a mouth emerged from the blob and murmured, then faded away to be replaced a second later by a muzzle which let out a mournful howl. However, after a few minutes, something seemed to have given the black blob a unifying thought. "Johhhn..." the mouth re-emerged to whisper, as a muzzle popped out and yipped happily. Slowly, the blob started to reform itself.
Eventually what appeared to be a dog's head sat atop a female human arms and torso, which in turn was connected at the abdomen to the full body of a male dog, four paws and all. However, the form was rather amorphous, as though it were made of jello, and bits of blob seemed to leak out at random places. It seemed as if it could melt back into a blob at any moment
"I'mmmm Maaary....no....Maaaax.....no....." the dog's head incongruously said in a deep female voice. It shook its head and whined uncomfortably, as though trying to clear its mind. "Maaaxy...?" The blob appeared lost in thought for a few minutes, then looked down at itself, and actually reached down and poked its gelatin-like body. "Sliiiime....?" Another question droned out. FInally, it turned back to the vials scattered around the floor, as well as the vials on the table. It seemed to have come to the conclusion that it might need to take a vial, but which one? And what would happen now that Mary and Max had merged? Did the slime have the clarity of mind to even care at this point?