You dart behind the tiger as two figures enter the warehouse.
"Alright, here we go! Last batch of posters." One of them exclaims.
The other doesn't sound so enthusiastic.
"Fucking finally. Why did we get stuck doing this?"
The pair walk further into the room. You move completely behind the tiger.
"Because, Jeff, the performers have their hands full, and janitors don't have the clearance to come down here."
"Don't get passive aggressive with me, Sarah. All I'm saying is I didn't spend years getting a bio- engineering degree to put up fucking posters."
"Actually, we haven't gotten to the ones for the conservation branch yet."
"I'm going to kill you."
The pair continue to bicker with each other while they stick up posters. Their footsteps steadily get closer to you. You frantically look around for an escape route, but something else catches your attention.
In front of you, only 2-3 inches away, is the tiger's anus. Its slimy pink flesh dribbles with sweat. Whenever the creature breaths in, it gapes open a little, letting some more fluid out. It smells odd. Instead of the expected rancid stench, it smells... intoxicating. Salty. Musky. It makes you feel light headed.
The footsteps get closer, but you don't run. You just stare at the tiger's rear, watching its pucker hypnotically flex open and shut. In a haze, you reach up, stroking the beast's tail, running your hand down over the gradient of fur to flesh as you reach its tail hole. Its juices coat your fingers as they slip inside, the pink opening undulating around them.
In a brief moment of lucidity, you realise what's happening and try to pull your hand out, but the greedy pucker continues to suck it in deeper. Inside, you can feel the soft slimy walls of its rectum, intensely hot against your fingers.
The footsteps stop.
"Oh great. Someone forgot to lock the door."
You look up at who you assume to be Sarah. It's hard to tell what her expression is in the dim light, but you assume the worst.
"WHAT?" Yells Jeff from across the room.
"Yeah, new janitor by the looks of it. Elbow deep in this tiger already."
"For fucks sake."
"Just go let management know. I'll stay here and make sure things don't get worse."
"Of course I get to be the one to tell them. Here's hoping they don't shoot the messenger."
"Just go, Jeff."
Begrudgingly, Jeff leaves. You open your mouth to try and explain yourself, but Sarah cuts you off.
"I could yell at you, but the that tiger you're stuck in is more valuable than you are, so you're going to listen to me. Carefully. Alright?"
You nod.
"Okay, first things first. You need to take your clothes off."
You stare at Sarah with a bewildered expression.
"Right, see your arm? That's not going to come out until the rest of you goes in with it. It's supposed to be a safety feature. We'll be able to get you back out afterwards."
You try to ask for much needed context, but a sudden jerk pulls your arm further past the tiger's sphincter.
"There's no time. Your clothes could damage it, so they're coming off. We're going to have to rip your shirt. I'll do that, you start with your pants."
You quickly strip off your clothes, Sarah silencing any protests you make. The tiger continues to pull your arm into its anus, almost up to your shoulder.
"Okay. You'll be able to breathe after a couple seconds, so don't panic. I'll walk you through things once you're inside."
Before you have a chance to respond, Sarah grabs your other arm and plunges it into the hole. This causes you to turn to face the creature’s rear again, both your arms sticking out of its anus like you’re about to put on an undersized t-shirt. With a recently dry arm for comparison, you get an improved sense of just how moist the interior is.
With considerable effort, you pry open the sphincter, staring into the yawning hole between your arms. A blast of pungent hormonal musk invades your nostrils, your head beginning to spin as the world around you turns fuzzy. Inside, you see dark blushing walls of soft flesh, coated in viscous bodily juices, softly pulsating in tempo with the beast’s heartbeat. The view enlarges as Sarah begins to press your head closer.
Your forehead and chin meet the slick, leathery rim of the opening as it continues to stretch, sliding over your head and shoulders easily. It feels like getting into a sleeping bag head first, but the interior of the bag is hot, slippery and motile. Sarah hoists your legs up into the air, and the tiger’s inner walls take over the rest of the work, peristalsis gradually sucking your body the rest of the way in, inch by inch.
The heat and the smell are overpowering. You can barely move, only able to squirm inside the hot fleshy tunnel as it draws you deeper and deeper inside. The creature's sphincter tickles as it slides down over your legs, hugging the contours of your body. The part of you still sticking out of the beast’s rear now feels freezing cold by comparison.
Your feet are the last to slip inside, your toes pressing against the walls of the rectum as the tiger’s elastic anal muscles smack shut behind you. You lie in this claustrophobic space, fading in and out of consciousness as the humid, hormonal stench permeates your lungs. The last thing you feel before falling unconscious is the walls of flesh beginning to shrink inwards, sticking to your skin...
Suddenly, you're awake again.
You’re still in the warehouse, but something feels... off.
The first thing you notice is how cold the floor feels. You raise one of your feet off the ground, before stumbling to the side, your centre of mass not where you expected it to be. Muscle memory takes over to stop you from falling over, and this draws your attention to your other 3 feet.
Then it clicks. You’re the tiger.
You look down and see two giant, fuzzy, striped paws. You raise one up, slower this time, turning it over. You see a set of large, bulbous paw pads on the underside. You crane your neck down unnaturally far, looking at yourself upside down. Sure enough, there are two hind legs with similar digits attached. You flex each of them and claws slide out and scrape across the concrete.
Behind them, a tail droops down and onto the floor. You tense the muscles at the base of your spine, and it drags across the floor like a loose rope. The sensation of your spine extending past your tailbone is bizarre. You twist it, almost like rolling your tongue. The tail responds, flicking up into the air, curling into a “?” shape.
Your attention turns to your own face, which now feels more compact and pointed. You wiggle your ears, which have relocated to the top of your head, swiveling and twitching with muscles you didn’t have before. You open your mouth and your tongue rolls out, long and flat, flopping down between two massive incisors sticking up out of your lower jaw. You run it over your new teeth, taking care not to cut yourself.
Your nose scrunches, now a pink triangle on the tip of your snout. You notice how intense the room smells now, the scents of all the other animals in the rooms ripe and deep in a way you didn’t know was possible. You can isolate each one too, pinpointing exactly where its coming from. One smell however, stands out from the rest.
Another tiger sits across from you. Not just looking at it, but smelling it, fills you with an indescribable, feral urge. It’s similar to the sensation you had inside the anus, but several times more intense. You know what it means, or rather, your new body does. You then realise something else about your new form. The alien sensation radiating from your crotch, was that of a tigress in heat.
You’re female.
Your mind begins to fill with all sorts of hazy daydreams. What you want. What you need. What you want that tiger to do to you. You aren’t even thinking in words, only actions and instinct.
You’re about to approach your fellow beast, but something jerks you back by the neck.
You turn, filled with rage, ready to lash out at whatever interrupted you, but the anger quickly evaporates when you see Sarah, holding you at the end of an animal control rod.
“Hey again. Don’t get too distracted newbie, that’s not in your job description yet.” she smiles.
She tugs on the rod, pulling you towards the exit.
"Let's go. We've got some things to do before we get you out of there."