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Hale groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He glanced to the left of him, and then to the right of him. This room was definitely not the room he remembered falling asleep in. He fell asleep in his bedroom- and this looked more like some sort of prison. He was in a small white dome shaped room- about half the size of a normal bedroom, with one side covered with steel bars, and the other side with a small ventilation shaft. He was currently on what felt like an operating table, with but a single pillow, and a cheap white blanket. He wore a simple t-shirt and pajamas. He tossed that blanket aside, and moved to the steel bars to get a look on the other side of his cell. It was a spaceship- at least, it looked like a spaceship. There was another cell directly across from him, and to the left was a giant window with a view of space, and stars. On the right was a large set of swinging double doors. He noticed a creature that was a little larger than his height. The creature had dull purple skin, and looked quite overweight, and it wore a lab coat. The creature looked so familiar...but Hale didn't speak anything to it.

Hale didn't have to say anything; the creature turned around and showed off its face- his four yellowish eyes, his pale skin, his three tiny hairs on the top of his head, and those four fat fingers, and when the creature opened its large mouth and revealed a blue tongue, it spoke in a familiar accent. "Ah good, you're finally awake. You sleep like a loggonian." He paused briefly. "They aren't easy to wake up."

"You're...you look like...you SOUND like..." Hale blinked those blue eyes of his rapidly. It couldn't have been him, but all of the signs pointed to that.

"Jumba Jookiba's my name, and evil genius is my game!" he said proudly, and smacked that fat chest of his happily. "You know me from that movie I take it? Or perhaps the television series?"

Hale nodded. Part of him swore he was dreaming, but it just felt so real, the chill in space, the cold touch of those steel bars, and the smell of sanitization throughout the air. "I thought you kind of gave up that whole evil genius thing?"

"Weeeeelll it is a long story. Let's just say I want to make new experiments, and you'll be my first test subject!" Jumba clapped those hands together before he walked out of sight of Hale. "You might know me in movies, but you don't know about what I do behind the scenes!"

There were a million questions running through Hale's mind. What spaceship was he on? The interior looked unlike any other he had seen in any of the movies. Was this legal? How was Jumba REAL to begin with? He still looked so cartoony- heck, the entire spaceship had a cartoonish vibe- not quite so much he thought he was in a cartoon, but definitely an art style closely themed to one. "Can't you create your own test subjects?" he ended up asking. He swore Jumba MADE Stitch.

Jumba poked his head in front of the bars with a casual face. "I said I would never ever make more than one." He moved his head back away, and continued his work. Hale could pick up the sounds of loud banging, pouring liquid, small popping, and shouting in alien language.

Hale didn't speak any sort of alien language, but he was pretty sure whatever Jumba said when he shouted, wasn't exactly friendly. What he spoke of was more like the kind of angry shouting a father might make in a garage when working on a car. "What made you decide me out of all people? There are like...billions of people on the planet....probably billions of aliens you could use, too?"

"Enough with the details," Jumba walked in front of the cell, and held out what looked like a syringe filled with pink fluid, and two needles. "Now, come here and take the first experiment."

Hale stepped back from the bars when Jumba walked up to him with that syringe. Those thick arms of Jumba's definitely were not going to fit through the bars. "No." Hale said, plain and simple as that.

"Please?" Jumba clasped those two fat hands of his together- that syringe right in the middle of them. He kneeled down a bit as well.

"No." Hale shook his head. Jumba was a bit bigger and wider than him, but Hale was sure it was all fat- plus he remembered Jumba's personality...well, more or less. Jumba claimed himself to be an evil genius, but he rarely acted that way.

"Pretty please with glugen on top?" Jumba gave a big smile and showed off those teeth, what few he had anyways.

"I'm assuming that's a form of sweet stuff like sugar. Still, no." Hale was firm. He wasn't sure how he was exactly going to get out of this mess, or if it were still a dream of some sort, but he wasn't going to just give in and cooperate with Jumba.

"Fine. We do this the hard way." Jumba's face quickly frowned at Hale. He walked away for a moment, and then returned with what looked like a shotgun of all things. The barrel was both long and wide, while the end closer to Jumba looked larger. The entire gun was colored white except for the trigger, and the end of the barrel. "I call this a shot shotgun. It gives shots- from afar." Jumba aimed up the barrel of the gun to Hale, and closed three of his eyes. The last eye glanced through an eyehole that allowed him to line up the shot- the crosshairs moved wildly before they locked in on Hale. "Now don't move."

"Creative." Hale said with a roll of his eyes when he heard the name. Or maybe Jumba didn't know about a shotgun that actually existed on Earth. His eyes widened though when he saw it aimed right at him. Hale quickly dodged out of the way as the shot fired. The vial shattered against the wall behind him, and the liquid inside the vial splattered on the floor in one big mess. Hale could pick up the sound of a light hiss, and he watched as that liquid not only dissolved into air, the floor it shattered on top of disintegrated with it. "Holy crap!"

"Aw. You moved." Jumba lowered his gun, and all four of his eyes opened up to see that tiny hole he made. "Ah...good thing you moved, must have used too much Cidanium. Ah well, I'll fix that in a jiffy!"

"Just what kind of experiments are you trying to DO?" Hale shouted at Jumba, all while he stared at that hole in the spaceship Jumba made. Good thing the spaceship had a lower floor, and thankfully the vial didn't disintegrate the very bottom of the spaceship. "I don't recall you ever doing something that could outright harm someone."

"You really need to re-watch the movie." Jumba vanished for a brief period, and then made more of the same familiar banging, pouring liquid, and foul language from before.

Hale let out a frustrated sigh. He remembered the 'battle' between Jumba and Stitch, but nobody ever really got hurt- okay, if only because the little girl got away in time before the explosion. "You didn't answer my first question about what you're trying to do."

After one explosion that was louder than the rest, Jumba returned. The gun he had looked different, this one was a tiny white gun with yellow fins on the sides, and a red circle in front that had a tiny opening. It looked much more alien compared to the first one. "Look, it'd ruin the surprise if I told you. Now, this one shouldn't be lethal, and much less painless." Jumba aimed the weapon at Hale. "And I built in an auto-aim system, so feel free to move around the cell!"

Hale glanced at the hole that the liquid had made earlier. The hole had actually widened a bit. He glanced at the hole, and then at Jumba. Just as Jumba fired the shot, the shot which looked like a sort of tiny paintball, Hale jumped down the hole, down to the lower floors, and he landed with a thud.

Jumba shouted in an alien language as the shot missed, purely because Hale got out of the cell. "I'll find you, and I'll zap you! I'm such an evil genius, that I already got rid of all of the escape pods on this ship so there is no getting out!"

Hale let out a sigh of relief. Sure, Jumba said he couldn't get off, but at least he was free of him for now. If he found a way to trap Jumba, maybe he could control the ship and get back home. For now though, it was a matter of figuring out where he now was on the ship.

The room below wasn't a prison cell, it was a storage room. Container after container of teal boxes with blue edges filled the room in a messy clutter. The room was lit up a dark purplish color, and the boxes were labeled in some odd alien language. There was but a single door at the end of the room that opened up by sliding open, and at least looking at it, it didn't look locked.

Hale made his way through the various boxes tossed onto the ground. He tried not to step on them, but it was like wading through garbage, NOT stepping on anything was more of a challenge than stepping on things. The boxes were pretty sturdy and didn't move too much, so Hale was able to get out of that room pretty easily, and into a large white hallway on the other side of the door.

Hale glanced around the hallway. It reminded him of a hospital hallway, except it was more of a circular shape, than it was a square one. He could make out signs above the doors, but the language was in letters he couldn't read. The only sounds he could pick up were the sounds the spaceship made as it moved in space, along with engines that hummed, and an occasional clang noise. Combine that with but a single dim light overhead, and he was reminded of so many horror games and movies he had seen. In addition, with how Hale tried to escape from the clutches of an evil genius, and there really was something to be said about his situation compared to the horror games and movies he had played, and seen, before.

"That movie was supposed to be for kids. He's got this place set up like it's for adults into horror flicks." Hale mumbled. He walked down the long hallway; a little too afraid to glance into the other rooms, what if it was a room that was worse than Jumba? Then again, what rooms could Jumba even have? Hale tried to think about Jumba's personality, but he couldn't quite imagine him having anything that might be considered horrible.

A door at the far end of the hallway opened, and Jumba stepped out. All four of his eyes glanced around and noticed no Hale. He cocked that laser gun, and walked down. The hallway had its fair share of twists and turns, and Jumba took on a quick walk to catch up to Hale. The layout of the ship was actually strange. Ideally, Jumba shouldn't have been that far from where Hale landed, and yet, Jumba was quite far away now, despite the elevator down being not too far from the room Hale landed in. "Where are you, my little test subject? I personally made sure this new serum wouldn't hurt you physically." He casually shrugged his shoulders as he walked, and talked. "I'm not sure about mental, but it's no big deal."

Hale turned his head back as he heard the doctor, and spotted his shadow. Hale opened up a nearby door, and ducked inside of it. He wasn't sure what the room was, just that he hoped it had some sort of hiding spot. The room darkened when the door closed, at which point it turned completely black. "Maybe he can't see in the dark." He muttered.

The room unfortunately lit up before Hale had a chance to test that theory. The room was filled with what looked like little alarm robots. The robots had a huge alarm for a head and torso, and just had two tiny metal legs. The robots filled the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling. It was virtually impossible to walk anywhere in the room with how many robots were in there. Upon the lights lighting up, the robots all rose up, and turned to Hale. At least, it looked like the robots turned to Hale; truthfully, the robots had no eyes, no arms, nothing that distinguished the robots from front to back.

Hale's eyes widened at the sight of all of these alarm bots. He had no idea what they were all doing in one room, but he was almost certain about what their one and possibly only function was. There was only one thing he could think of saying. "Son of a-"

All of the alarm bots rang out the alarm at once- high pitched squealing quickly filled the room so loudly that Jumba could pick it up a mile away. Jumba grinned as he heard the alarms, and rushed his way to the room. "I knew it was a good idea to put all the alarms in one room!" he said to himself with a happy laugh.

Just as Hale scrambled out of the room, he saw Jumba a good ten feet away from him, with that device of his aimed right at Hale. "Er..." Hale could only think of saying as he saw those four yellow eyes lock on him at the same time.

"Gotcha!" Jumba shouted before he shot his device right at Hale- of course at that distance, and at the speed the paintball pellet object that came out of the gun went, and how it was also homing, it would inevitably hit Hale right in the chest. "That's what I get for auto aim, never any good shots. Ah well, one should be more than enough." He shoulder shrugged, but he kept the gun aimed at Hale. "But more shots will make the process go faster."

Hale winced as the shot hit dead on- right on his chest no less. He glanced down and noticed his top got largely wet, but his skin was dry. He wondered briefly, did it miss him completely? Did his shirt just take all of the shot? Whatever it was, nothing about him seemed to be any different. His hands patted his chest for a moment and he looked down at it before he glanced back up at Jumba, and ran away from him.

Jumba watched Hale run, and he let out a frustrated groan. "They still keep running, even when they get hit with the serum and know they're going to inevitably change, they keep running." He grumbled to himself. Before Hale got too far, Jumba pointed his gun, pulled the trigger...and the gun jammed on him. "Gah come on you!" He tilted the gun upwards and gave it a good few smacks before it fired up in the air at the ceiling. "There we go! Now then." He turned his attention back to Hale...or at least, where Hale was, he wasn't there any more. "Where'd you go?"

Hale wasn't sure where he was going. He just ran farther and farther away from Jumba. Each hallway in the spaceship he turned looked like the last hallway- just a white corridor with many doors on their sides, all with alien names above those doors. He eventually came to a set of white metal stairs, and went down them. At the very end of the stairs, he noticed a giant plug-in, and a large outlet towards the back of the ship. "The heck...?" he looked up at the outlet and noticed a sign. "WARNING: POWER GRID. DO NOT UNPLUG." It was...a strange power grid; it looked like it was just literally a giant plug in a giant outlet. Regardless, he could hear Jumba's giant footsteps, and he had to do something. He reached out, grabbed the outlet, and pulled- the outlet was a little larger than him, but he didn't care. He had to try something, ANYTHING to get more time.

Jumba arrived in the same room as Hale, and pointed that gun right to him. "Got you now, nowhere to run or hide from me!" He looked like he was out of breath with how much running the two did- his large weight definitely didn't help him catch up to Hale.

Of course, the moment Jumba finished talking, Hale managed to pull the giant plug from the outlet, and the lights around them went out, and sent them into darkness. Hale would have said something confident, but he didn't want to risk showing his location. He also moved away from the spot he was at quickly, just in case Jumba fired blindly into the darkness.

Jumba shouted an alien language as the lights went out. He couldn't see a thing- not even Hale's eyes. He could shoot blindly in the darkness, his gun had auto-aim after all, but maybe it was something he just forgot about, or maybe he didn't like the dark. "I'll find you and zap you, and then you'll be my wife yet!" he shouted as he walked in the dark room, at least until he tripped over the giant cord. "Aha! Just, just give me a minute to plug this in first."

Hale rolled his eyes at the comment. As if he was going to wait. He put his hand up against the wall, and used that to help him lead the way around the room. Just as Hale found the metal stairs back up, he felt his stomach rumble. It wasn't that Hale was hungry; it was something else inside of him. He thought of Jumba briefly, and the thought just made his stomach rumble even more until he couldn't hold it in, and let out a fart then and there. A loud 'pfffrrtt' escaped his rear right as he got to the metal stairs. The fart felt quite powerful, so powerful that he felt heavier once he had finished.

As Jumba plugged back in the cord, and turned back to Hale, he couldn't help but laugh- Hale's otherwise slim stomach, had just jut out quite a bit. If he weren't a man, one might swear he would have looked pregnant. That gut stuck out from Hale's shirt, and Jumba let out a big toothy grin. "Good! You must have thought of me when you farted, yes? Those thoughts will only get stronger and stronger, and as for why you're so gassy, well I think you'll figure that out soon enough. Now then." Jumba held up that gun again, and shot Hale with another pellet. "That should be more than enough to change you at a good pace!"

Hale couldn't believe what Jumba had just said. That must have been what Jumba wanted- to change him, to transform him. Hale wasn't quite sure into what though, but when he looked down at that huge belly he developed so quickly, and then over at Jumba, he didn't want to find out, at least not in front of Jumba. Plus, maybe he could find a way to reverse it. In a spaceship that was hopefully full of experimental equipment, there was surely something he could use. "Yeah well...just watch me undo this...weird thing." He replied, as he looked down at that large belly of his. Was it to just make him fat? Surely there was more to it, even when Jumba did his experiments; there was often some sort of reasoning as to what he did when it came to creating, or altering, test subjects. Hale, with his back to Jumba, walked up the metal stairs, but not quite as fast as he hoped he could have with that belly he now had.

"You don't quite know what I'm changing you into. I'll give you a hint as to what I did. Here." Jumba raised a leg, and lowered it back down as he took a crouch position, much like a sumo wrestler would have. He closed his many eyes, grunted lightly, and let loose a fart himself then and there, one so strong that green gas actually came out of Jumba's rear and slowly filled the air behind him.

Hale froze in place, just as he reached the top of the metal stairs. He didn't want to turn around to even face Jumba when he heard that thunderous fart. Having heard an alien fart was weird enough, but there was something else Hale found more disturbing, he felt aroused by it, he could feel that cock form a tent in his pants. He didn't have a thing for farting before, he knew that much. Not that he judged people that did, but... "I have to get out of here." He said quietly. Right when he tried to leave, he felt his backside build up with gas, as if it wanted to respond to Jumba's fart with a fart of his own. He couldn't believe his body even wanted to do such a thing, and decided he should run as fast as his body could take him. He HAD to find a way to fix this situation before things got worse.

Thankfully, the sensation of that fart he felt in his backside died down without releasing anything in return when he got far enough away. Once Hale got back inside those long familiar hallways; he began to check inside the rooms. He figured an evil genius had a laboratory or two lying about, and Hale hoped he could find one. The first room he glanced in had three bookshelves that lined up the walls, and the walls measured a good twenty feet tall. Hale didn't even see a ladder in the room, which made him wonder how Jumba even got to the upper shelves, but he already knew the books wouldn't help him, he didn't exactly read alien; much less speak it, so he moved on.

The second Hale checked had a large bed. A fifteen foot wide bed in the shape of what Hale could only assume was an alien heart. It looked heart like, except with four bumps on top, and three spiked bottoms. He noticed a picture of Jumba above that bed with a brown strap on that covered him between the legs, and very little else. He could also pick up the sound of music. While Hale couldn't understand the language of that music, the pacing of the music reminded him of Barry White. The scent of that room also smelled like sea salt. "Well. Childhood ruined." Hale commented as he shut that door, and went on to the next room.

The third time was the charm for Hale. This room had a laboratory table, complete with beakers, burners, and various chemicals on a shelf right behind the table, and a bookshelf next to those chemicals. On the far side of the room was a tiny cage that had an animal that looked almost like a flamingo, a two foot tall flamingo with yellow eyes as big as its head and orange feathers. The moment Hale stepped inside the room; the flamingo looking creature turned its eyes up to Hale and let out an 'Erk!' noise.

Hale stepped inside, and glanced behind him as the door closed. He wasn't sure how to lock it, but he figure he'd just try to work fast. It sounded like Jumba didn't follow him anyways, at least, he hoped not. There was of course, another concern as Hale walked up to the laboratory table. "I can probably create a concoction, I hope, but how am I going to test it?" Hale remembered the first time Jumba tried to use something on Hale, and the hole it created in the floor as a result.

The creature, as if it understood Hale, let out another "Erk," as it stood on one of its three thin legs, and kept those large eyes on Hale. It didn't even seem to blink.

Hale looked between the vials, and then the creature. He wondered just did Jumba make this creature to test experiments on. Or maybe he kidnapped the creature from another planet? The more he learned about Jumba behind the movies, the less he wanted to know the real answers, but his human mind was still very curious.

Before Hale got to even consider on whether or not to use that creature for anything, he could pick up loud footsteps as Jumba walked down the hallway. Based on how slow each step was, it was clear Jumba wasn't running, he was just taking his time. "Where are you, my future cenpopalaspec?" Jumba said in a light-hearted tone. "I've got plenty of more lovely farts, and I know your body will keep unleashing them too."

Hale quickly moved to the wall beside the door in hopes that, if Jumba did check the room he was in, that Jumba would totally miss him. His heart beat rapidly, and he tried to quiet his own breathing. Still, Hale had to wonder what a 'cenpopalaspec' was anyway.

The thought was short lived, as Hale heard Jumba's footsteps right outside the room he was in, and then a long quiet pause. Hale could feel that gas in his belly build up once more, and he bit the bottom of his lip. He knew why he was so gassy, and that was one thing he was so desperately trying to reverse, but if Hale farted, then Jumba would definitely find him. Hale could only mentally beg Jumba to just walk away. The longer Jumba waited, the more Hale felt that gas just build and build.

Eventually, he heard Jumba's footsteps walk farther away from Hale's location, and Hale let out a quiet sigh of relief. That gas just felt so incredibly strong though, and Hale could no longer hold it in. He released that fart, but he tried to be as quiet about it as possible. Thankfully, the fart wasn't too loud at all, but because of how little he let out at a time, it just meant it took longer to release all of it. Hale shut his eyes, and grunted lightly as he continued to release more and more of that gas, and its salty rancid scent filled the air.

As Hale continued to fart quietly, his body changed once more. He grew a few inches taller, and parts of his skin took on a bright pink color, largely the back of his arms, all of his legs, part of his head, and his entire back. The rest of his body still had that human color to it, but the way the pink skin looked on him almost resembled the design that Jumba had- just that Hale was clothed, and he still had hair on his head.

Hale let out a sigh of relief as he finished that fart. It felt so long and immense, and his cock was hard once more from it. "Turned on by damn farts..." He muttered quietly. Something deep in the back of his head told him why though- it was Jumba's particular species that used gassiness as a sign of mating, and affection. "They...back in history while evolving; the women would pick the gassiest men. This led to the species evolving and using farts and belching for mating, erotica..." he paused briefly. "And generally a fetish for gas...how the hell do I even know that?"

Hale shook his head to try to clear those thoughts. He knew next to nothing about Jumba's species moments ago, so why did he know now? Maybe it was another side effect of transforming, but he wasn't aware such mental changes could happen to. He went to the bookshelf, and took a random book from the shelf and tried to read it. The book was in an alien language, yet Hale was actually able to understand some of the words. He read the alien language on what was essentially a kindergarten level, but it was enough to get a basic idea of what the book was about. "Mix...at...atinnious with pop...popalagosa to...ugh." Hale closed the book out of pure frustration, and grabbed his head. "Just because I can read it, doesn't mean I understand it." Of course, he knew he couldn't read it at all minutes ago, before he farted, and he had to wonder. "If I keep getting gassy and change more, maybe I'll understand more of it and be able to reverse it?"

It sounded like a long shot. Hale loathed the idea to change more too, but his only other options were to try to mix chemicals and see what stuck. He knew he didn't want to make his situation worse by creating a potion that turned him into a slug creature of some sort.

While Hale was contemplating on all of this, Jumba walked back to the controls at the front of the ship, and activated a camera that displayed the power grid. When he saw Hale wasn't in that room, he blocked it off with a mere press of a button. "I really should have done these lockdowns earlier." He said to himself. As he pressed a button to swap cameras to other rooms, and locked down each room Hale wasn't in, he also added. "I probably should have put cameras and alarm robots in ALL the rooms too." Sure enough, Jumba couldn't find Hale after he went through all of the cameras, but he did manage to lock down about a third of the rooms. "Pah. He'll find me more and more attractive and come crawling to me eventually. I just have to wait." He put a fat finger to his chin. "Unless he's in one of the experimenting rooms, in which case he could...oh...I probably should find him." Jumba grabbed onto his gun, and went back to his search.

Hale decided to look through book after book to see if he could at least make sense of any of them. What words he was able to work out made little sense, the words sounded like elements of a periodic table, yet it was a periodic table he knew nothing of. He closed his eyes, and tried to think of comparisons perhaps, maybe elements mentioned in the book sounded like the ones he knew of? But then again, he was an average human; he knew nothing of even the table of elements on Earth. His mind slowly shifted to Jumba. Jumba would know what the elements were; Jumba would know what kind of potion to create to help Hale. "Maybe it'd be easier..." Hale said quietly, and he thought about the rest. Perhaps tricking Jumba would be easier to do than to create something himself. He decided to form a plan, and when he had that plan in his head, he left the room.

Once Hale was back in the hallway, he noticed multiple doors were closed off, which largely limited his access, but he had a plan now, and he just hoped Jumba fell for it. "Jumba, where are you?" Hale called out, he tried to sound as feminine as possible, although it wasn't that easy. He coughed a few times before he tried to talk in a higher pitch. "Your wife wants a word with you!"

Jumba rapidly stomped down the hallway, as if he picked up Hale's shout from a mile away. It wasn't long before he stood directly in front of Hale, with a huge grin on his face. "Ah, good! The mental changes completed faster than I thought. You don't look quite physically ready, but still." Jumba spread his arms happily. A moment later, his expression changed. "Wait a minute," his grin turned into a grimace, and he pointed the gun right at Hale. "I've had little things trick me before. If you really think you're my wife, what was the name of my great uncle once removed?"

Hale wasn't expecting that- just what kind of mental changes DID Jumba expect Hale to go through? Hale already had some ideas about his species, but not much about his family tree. Was Hale really going to learn about Jumba's family? "Uh...I don't know." Hale said quietly. He was trapped in this spaceship, and Jumba blocked his way to the controls, he had nowhere else to go, so he may as well be honest at least once.

"Ah, good! Uncle Idunno. He was an evil genius himself, but he would make an invention, and completely forgot what it did a moment later. Anyways, you may not look like my wife, but surely you must be. Now, I want to lay some ground rules. First, just because we're evil geniuses, doesn't mean we have to be evil to each other. Second, any affection you have for me must not be shown in front of any human children. They find farts offensive for some reason." He shrugged. "Are you getting all of this?"

Hale mentally sighed of relief- maybe he could pull off this charade after all. "You didn't teach me about how to create potions and things like that. Maybe you could show me first?" he asked as he tried to keep that feminine voice. He could feel more gas build up in his belly, but he felt better about keeping it in him, at least for now. He didn't want to admit it, but Jumba actually looked...attractive, so attractive that he felt turned on, and so attractive, that him being turned on made his body react in new ways that a human body shouldn't have normally done so.

"What? I swore I added that in..." Jumba put a fat finger to his chin momentarily, before he just shrugged. "Weeeell okay. Come in the lab." Jumba went into the same room that Hale was in only a few minutes ago.

Once inside the room, Jumba walked over to the vials, and then he turned back to Hale. "It'd be better to show you what they do instead. These vials are very dangerous and can be used to transform creatures; the potions here are actually what I used on you! Now, what creature are you thinking of?"

Hale couldn't believe his dumb luck. He covered his mouth and stifled a belch. It came out quietly, and when Hale uncovered his mouth, his nose had changed to a dark blue color, and his lips had widened by a few inches. He could also feel his thighs, and his legs were quite a bit thicker too- his pants still fit, but not quite as well. "A human?" he asked, he found it easier to have a higher pitched voice too- and with a hint of an accent that Jumba had.

"A human! Okay, first you need some vitolchloridium and...hold on." While Jumba still held onto that gun of his, he turned back to Hale, and put his hands on his hips. "This isn't some trickery is this? You're not pretending to be my wife and tricking me into making a vial to turn a creature into a human, so you'll just steal the vial yourself and use it to change back into a human are you?" Jumba closed all but one eye, and that one eye stared at Hale intensely.

Hale gulped at that. Did Jumba really catch on to his plans THAT quickly? Maybe he was an evil genius, a forgetful, clumsy, odd, evil genius, but an evil genius. "I uh...no?"

Jumba's grimace faded, and he shrugged. "Oh, okay," he tossed the gun aside, and began to pull out the potions and mix the chemicals together. "So you mix this one and this one, a dash of this, a bit of that." Jumba showed Hale alright- but it was like trying to show a 10 year old rocket science, easy to watch, not so much to understand the process. "And boom, boom, boom." He held up a pink colored vial. "And just like that, we have a potion to turn one into a human. Did you want to use this on a cat or something? I'm not going to judge you if so."

Hale wondered where a comment like THAT came from. Still, he reached for the vial. "Well, it's a secret."

"Oh. No, no, no." Jumba raised the vial up over his head. "Husband and wife don't keep secrets. Go on and tell me, if you want to keep it hidden from everyone else, you can trust me, but no human potion for you until you tell me who it's for."

Hale reached up and tried to snatch it from Jumba- he was just a little too far out of reach. As he reached up, he noticed his fingers looked a little fatter- but that didn't bother him as much as that vial. He jumped up, and managed to grab onto the bottom part of it. "It's for Idunno." Hale said in a frustrated voice, as he pulled that vial from Jumba's grasp.

Jumba grabbed onto the top of that vial, and pulled it back to him, although Hale pulled it far enough away that it now looked like a small tug of war. "Idunno wouldn't want it! Come on, who is it for! You can tell your loving husband!"

"You're...not...my...husband!" Hale said with a hard tug. Maybe it was Jumba's hands, or maybe his inevitable reaction to what Hale said, but Jumba let go- and Hale pulled with so much force that, he not only got the vial, but he fell back and accidentally let go of that vial. The vial flew through the air behind hale before it crashed on the cage where the flamingo creature was. The concoction poured onto the flamingo creature before it suddenly lost all of its feathers. Its third leg vanished while its bird legs plumped up, and toes popped out instead of claws. The creature's beak pushed inward, and its eyes shrunk to a more manageable size. In mere moments, the flamingo creature was no longer a flamingo, but a naked female human- a tiny one in a tiny cage. The now human let out an awkward "Erk?" as it looked down at itself, clearly confused.

Jumba gasped at Hale. All four of his eyes widened, and then they immediately glared at him. "You were faking it the entire time! I knew you weren't changed enough to think you were my wife." Jumba reached out and grabbed Hale, and then he pulled him in close. "I'm going to do something to you that I should have done a long time ago!" Jumba held Hale's hand tightly, and grabbed Hale's back with his other arm.

Hale gulped loudly as he looked Jumba in the eyes. The way Jumba spoke, it sounded like Hale's very life was in danger. He swore Jumba wasn't the kind for violence- yet he could feel Jumba's grip holding him so tight. He could smell Jumba's body this close- and how salty and musky it really was up close. He could smell Jumba's...actually surprisingly fruity breath. "D-don't...please..." Hale said quietly. He was still aroused at the sight of Jumba, and being this close didn't help that, but he was too scared to really pay so much attention to it.

"Too late now, here I go!" Jumba said in a threatening, booming voice. After a moment, Jumba farted. Jumba let loose a loud 'pfffrrttt' that caused a visible green gas to slowly fill the air around him, and Hale.

Hale was full of mixed emotions. He was surprised, he was disgusted, but deep in the back of his mind, he was more aroused than before. He struggled to escape from Jumba's grasp, yet those big bulky hands were just too strong. The green gas surrounded him, and Hale was forced to breathe in the scent of...strawberries? Jumba's fart smelled of strawberries for some reason. Perhaps it was his species? It was so incredibly strange. Regardless of what that smelled like, Hale felt his own body build up gas again. "N-no...let me go." Hale said, although weakly. Fighting it was so hard- what else could he do, though?

Jumba chuckled lightly. His fat fingers gently drummed on Hale's back. "I can tell you want to return the affection. Our species don't kiss well- our mouths aren't suited for that. We show off our affection with our gas, but you know this already, don't you? Go on; show me how much you already love me." Jumba spoke softly with all four of his eyes half closed, but focused on Hale.

Hale grunted and gasped. He loathed how much his body enjoyed this. "I...ca...caaaan't." he moaned as he was unable to hold it in any more. With a rumbling 'fffrrrttt', Hale closed his eyes, and let loose his fart in response to Jumba's. The strength and rumbling of that fart just felt like such a huge relief to Hale. He felt his body grow to be merely a few inches short from Jumba, and when he reopened his eyes, he found he could see far more than before as he had grown an extra pair- a smaller pair located higher, and a bit farther apart from his first set. He felt his clothes ready to tear as he grew wider too- his shirt, his pants, even his underwear all felt constrained. The only thing that didn't grow was his toes, and his cock. "S-stop...no more..." he muttered, his fart had a hint of pink to its color.

"Come on. Bit by bit, little by little, you're coming to accept being my wife for real this time!" Jumba grinned, and opened his four eyes just a bit more. "You must know that farting isn't the only thing our species do to attract each other though- what else is it that we do? Go on, show me. Show me your affection; show me how much you care for me."

Hale didn't want to admit that he now knew what Jumba referred to. Gassiness wasn't just farting after all, and Hale could feel that gas build up in him again, as if he had an endless amount when he was near somebody he thought was just so attractive. His cock still felt so erect and aroused too, it just felt like it was ready to burst any moment with seed, yet Jumba referred to Hale as his wife- he could only mentally wonder how much longer he was going to keep that thing that kept him male, and what a female of his species even HAD between their legs.

Hale held it in as long as he could before he felt that gas rush upwards to his mouth, and he let out a belch. Hale burped so loud, that he swore his mouth grew bigger in the process- mainly because it had, but there was more to it. It was a feminine belch, a high pitched one that came out so loud, and it lasted for so long, that Hale felt his cock cum while he let that gas out. Pump after pump, pulse after pulse, he felt his pants get soaked in his cum. He couldn't help himself but wrap an arm partially around Jumba. Each second of his belch, each pump of his cum, he felt his humanity slowly fade away. His skin already looked so similar to Jumba's- just pink rather than purple, he had four eyes, a large mouth, and his body widened bit by bit until Hale's clothes ripped from his very body. Underneath it revealed thick legs and arms. His legs looked like giant stumps- had Hale looked down, he couldn't even see his toes, just big thick legs. His arms were just as thick, so thick it was hard to tell where his wrist was- it was just that thick of an arm, like his hand that also grew so thick, except for his pinkie fingers, which were getting swallowed up by the fat.

By the time Hale finally stopped his orgasm and his belching, he looked very similar to Jumba- his head wasn't quite as thick, but he had that nose, that skin, those four eyes- and that large mouth. Hale panted lightly with what was now a blue tongue, all four eyes half closed too. He still had the hair on his head- in fact; it felt longer than before- it reached all the way down to the back of his neck. He still had his pinkie fingers, but they were half the size they once were- while his other fingers were much larger and were much harder to spot the bones in- it looked like they were almost made of pure fat, just like the rest of his arms. His belly still stuck out so much, but now with a pair of moobs to go with it- they weren't quite round like a breast may have been, rather they were more horizontally shaped, and rested right out in the open on his big gut. Between Hale's legs was no longer a cock- merely a wet spot that was his seed. It was difficult to see EXACTLY what was between his legs, but it almost looked like a feminine slit formed- just a fat one that stuck out, like a rather bad case of camel toe, but with fat added on to that. Hale's legs were thick, and it was hard to tell when the leg ended, and the foot began. He could barely see his toes- they were still there, just thick and tiny. Hale never got a good look at Jumba's toes, not that he ever cared to see, but Jumba wore shoes that almost looked like hooves most of the time to begin with, so he imagined they didn't have much in the way of toes.

It was Hale's mindset that scared him more than his new body. He thought of what Jumba would have looked like underneath that lab coat of his on, and it aroused Hale. It didn't make him erect between his legs- he no longer had the ability to that, in fact, Hale was more of a 'she' more than a 'he' by now. Rather than be aroused between her legs, Hale just felt more gas build up in her system. She half wanted to release it and express her fondness for Jumba- maybe he wasn't quite the best looking, but he was definitely intelligent. "Let...go...now..." Hale said, weakly.

"Ah, but I'm barely holding on to you anymore." Jumba was true to his word. He hardly held onto Hale's hand, his arm behind his back was loose; it should have been quite easy for Hale to escape. "It's you who wants to stay with me now, isn't it? You're just trying to deny it. You're just trying to hide it. Just let go, become my wife, become Whoombie Jookiba!

Whoombie Jookiba...the name sounded familiar- but what was her name before? Wasn't it Hale? If it was Hale, why did Whoombie sound so much better? She managed to let go of Jumba and push herself away, but she stumbled backwards away from him. She turned around and fell forward onto those fat hands, and exposed that large rear of hers right to Jumba. Unlike humans, her rear was more pushed into her body- it was still quite large and fat, it just didn't show off as prominently as a human's fat rear might have. "I'm..." she couldn't even bring herself to say it anymore- his wife? It sounded so...right. She felt another pressure build in her- a pressure to display her affection to Jumba, but it felt as if it were filled with more than just gas, she felt as if it were filled with her- or at least, what remained of Hale. Her mind was clouded; she knew she wanted to hold in that bit of gas, but at the same time...

She soon found herself unable to hold it in any longer, whether it was the pressure in her gut, or her willpower, with her ass fully exposed to Jumba, she farted- she farted loud, and she farted long. Pink gas erupted from her rear with the scent of chocolate as she farted away the last of her humanity. All that remained of Hale, gone with that gas. All that was left of her human form gone- her pinkie fingers were swallowed up and left her with four fat fingers, her toes were stubby, but still there. Her hair jumped upwards and curled up into a beehive hairdo appearance too. She still had a rear, she had a cunt, but she couldn't even remember who Hale even was by the time she was done farting. All four of her eyes opened and closed rapidly as they shifted to a yellow hue, and she then rolled on her backside. She showed off that fat cunt, those now tits that rested heavily on her gut while her tits were fat; they weren't that large, her species never focused on such things as a sign of attractiveness. "That show you how much I love you, evil man?" she said in a tone that Hale would never have spoken. "Come and get your wife." She glanced briefly over at the books, not that she read them very much, but she understood them perfectly, she knew the alien language...well, it was hardly 'alien' language, it was just a language she knew.

Jumba grinned, and farted happily in return. "Oh of course! Let's make sweet, sweet gandoolishka."

It was from that day forward, Jumba found his new wife, a loving caring woman who displayed affection the way his species best did, and Jumba was more than happy to return the favor. The two led happy lives together, while evil in front of everyone else, the pair loved and cared about each other when they were away from prying eyes, and often would make sweet gandoolishka.