The tank was drained by the time Principal Investigator Simmons arrived, flanked by two security guards and a few hangers-on. The door opened in time for him to see what became of Doctor MacAllister toss the hose away, her head mere feet from the ceiling.
Raquel sighed deeply, rolling onto her back with enough force to set the floor trembling, her body wobbling for several seconds before coming to rest. Despite being composed of living goo, everything from her breasts up looked normal. Below that, however, her body dramatically flared out, towering over him. Rivaling the tank in size, a belly-shaped mound of yellowish slime with opaque fluids and solid particles pulled into spheres in the center.
It was quite possibly the largest, least appetizing gelatin dessert he had ever seen.
"What," he began, "has happened here?"
Raquel tipped her head up to look at him.
"Doctor Simmons."
She belched, a low, loud rumble.
"You'll be pleased-"
She belched again.
"Pleased to-"
Another, drawn out for several seconds. Frowning, she produced a lighter from somewhere unseen, lit it, raised it to her mouth, pursed her lips, and blew out a long plume of blue flame.
"Methane. Must've had a bacterial colony in there. I should file a report. Anyway, you'll be pleased to know that the formula was a success."
Raquel beamed, and somewhere out of view on her far hemisphere, she waved her feet on stumpy legs.
"We now have a safe, efficient way to dispose of hazardous waste."
"You've... -eaten- it."
"Drank it, you mean," she giving her gut a pat. "Don't worry. It was delicious."
"Doctor MacAllister, this is human experimentation! Do you have any idea just how unethical this is?"
"It's not human experimentation if you do it to yourself. Besides, why would I let someone else have all the fu- or rather, who would volunteer for this?"