The fox landed on her hands and ducked into a roll, coming up and looking at the laser corridor behind her. She'd thought she felt one of them graze her, but there weren't any alarms or changes in the pattern. Her EMF gadgets had detected no change in any of the wires in the room. 

That was lucky. Perhaps her skintight suit had reflected it. Either way, she couldn't gamble on such a chance again. She focused her eyes on the corridor ahead and crept forward.

Unnoticed, the faint reflected glow on her ankle winked out.

Past the laser tripwires the place looked more like an office. Most of the security precautions given way to staff rooms, inconsequential offices, watercoolers and potted plants. 

It looked very mundane for such a black-ops facility, but workers and management were presumably the same everywhere.

Sasha rubbed her eyes. Something in the blue security lights was making it hard to focus. 

She stopped and blinked, trying to focus on the corridor in front of her. Her posture slumped, her shoulders slouching as a little drool ran out of her mouth. 

From an earpiece in one fuzzy ear, a voice crackled. 

"Sasha? What's happening? Why did you stop?"

The fox didn't respond. The words had no meaning in her flickering brain. A part of her was screaming internally that something was wrong, but the rest of her was filling up with a glorious, blissful comfort. 

There was no need to worry about anything.

No need to think.

No need to hold back any pressure.

Her tail flagged without her noticing it. 

[b]PHBLRRRRRRPT[/b]

The back of her skin-tight catsuit bulged as the mess spluttered out of her bottom. It stretched and sagged as she unconsciously pushed, spreading a sludgy layer through the adaptive material. It stretched out under her butt, showcasing the huge muddy mound she'd made.

"Damnit, what's happening in there?" The voice in the earpiece sounded panicked. "The bio-rhythms are all wrong. Neural activity is dwindling. What could- Hey! Who are-?!" 

There was a burst of static and the line went dead. 

Sasha hardly noticed, so focused as she was with the squish in her pants. 

The voice telling her she should be disgusted was getting quieter and quieter. Instead, she just felt...

Warm...

And...

Soft...

And like...

She wanted to chew on something...

With wide, waddling stomps she walked over to the nearest desk, giggling at the way the sludge wobbled against her bottom. With fumbling paws she grabbed at a sheet of paper on the desk, then stuck it in her mouth and started chewing. 

Crinkly... 

She giggled to herself, another little [b]frpt[/b] escaping her butt. 

She stayed like that, chewing through the papers, even as the researchers arrived in the morning. They opened up the simulation office to find the fox there, halfway through eating the paperwork, sitting on a stinky beanbag of her own making.

They weren't that surprised. They'd already found her handlers in an abandoned office building a block away. The cat and the rabbit were locked in their straightjackets in their new forever home, each competing to see who could fill their diapers the fullest. 

The head researcher smiled down at the stinky fox, handing her another sheet of paper. 

"A-Are you sure we don't need those?" A nervous administrative assistant came up. 

The head researcher wordlessly held up a page. The assistant squinted at the tiny text, then went "Ah." It was nothing more than the 'Laurum Ipsum' test text.

"This should be corrected. It might interfere with the test if the subject notices." The researcher put the paper back. "She'll be happy to clean them up." 

"BAAA-!" The former spy agreed happily.

"Mind adjusting to goat... or could that be sheep?" The researcher took a note. "Calibration is getting better."

She smiled as the fox was picked up by two armed guards and carried away. 

[i]Not long now.[/i] She thought, walking out to the real office. [i]Everyone will be so much happier soon.[/i]