"Systems online!" chanted Blakeman. He stood before the superconductor proudly, watching the first sparks of the machine kick it into life, illuminating the room with bright flashes of white light. Blakeman's chubby face lit up with joy as the the machine chugged, hummed and whirred away.
"Now... synchronise the mega-wattage!" he commanded. Behind him stood Jeffery, another rotund man, slowly and clumsily busying his stubby fingers on the control switches. "Synchronising...!" Jeffery shouted excitedly. He lumbered over a small button on the control panel before stopping suddenly. "the mega... watty-" Jefferey trailed off in confusion. Where was the mega wattage switch again?
Blakeman laboriously turned round, frustrated at his brother for forgetting. He glared at Jeffery, pointing to a switch across the room without even averting his gaze. "That one!"
Jeffery scratched his head again, not quite seeing the particular switch Blakeman had pointed out among the various other knobs and levers. Blakeman impatiently waddled over to the mega wattage lever, and Jeffery impishly trailed behind. Blakeman grasped the lever and forced it downwards. The pair spun round. The machine became more lively - the light it emitted growing more intense and the hum growing louder. It was working! Jeffery began to squeal in curiousness and excitement as Blakeman watched in delight.
The final switch was the master switch to activate the machine and drain London's energy. Jeffery excitedly hovered over the switch and reached out a pudgy hand to grab it. Blakeman noticed what he was doing and darted over. "Uh-uh!" he exclaimed, gesturing Jeffery's hand away. Jeffery sheepishly took his hand back. Blakeman's face returned to a smile. "Lights out, London!" he exclaimed before activating the switch. The pair began laughing in delight as the machine sparked, popped and banged behind them.
The laughter of the two men grew more raucous, and in Jeffery's utter delight, Kist Magg Thek - the Slitheen inside the skin suit - forgot what he was wearing. PBLRRTTT! A loud, wet fart reverberated even louder than the sounds of the machine. Blakeman's face instantly dropped to a sneer, and he swiftly turned to glare at his brother. "What did I tell you about the gas exchange?" he raised a hand and hit Jeffery lightly around his head. Jeffery ashamedly met Blakeman's gaze, "I'm sorry Glune, it's just all day I've been stuck in... this!" he moved his hands outwards, gesturing to his pot belly. He grabbed his stomach with both hands, jiggling it up and down lightly. "And when I've been wearing it all day I-" BLLLLRRRTTT! Jeffery farted loudly again, interrupting his sentence. Humiliated, he looked to the floor, knowing his brother would disapprove.
Glune sighed, taking pity on his brother. "No, it's okay, Kist. I know what you mean. It's not easy holding in all that gas..." PBBRRT! Glune let out a bassy fart. Kist looked up at Glune with delight. The pair proudly farted again, one after the other, looking at each other with glee. "To tell you the truth," began Kist, "I hate wearing this skin suit. I would have stayed naked if I knew I had to deal with those bratty humans and carry around all this pudge! And the gas! It's non-stop!" Jeffery pushed out a raspy fart, punctuating his words. He continued, "but no one's around now, not even the caretaker... So..." Blakeman looked at Jeffery in understanding.
"It's like cousin Jocrassa always used to say," said Jeffery. "Victory should be naked!" Kist stretched his arms upwards before lowering them slightly, readily preparing his fingers to hold the zip on his forehead. Blakeman thought for a moment, before nodding an approval to Jeffery. "You're right," Blakeman admitted, "and besides..." he continued, taking a step closer to Jeffery and running a hand down the pudgy curve of Jeffery's belly. "Your body is... magnificent!" Blakeman stepped back and proudly watched as Jeffery gleefully held the zip and forced it across his forehead, letting a constant stream of loud farts escape from his butt while doing so. A harsh blue light beamed out the zipper, accompanied by a pulsing electrical buzzing sound.
Jeffery closed his eyes in pleasure as the zip made its way around most of his head. Letting go, he held the skin covering the top of his head and peeled it back. An electric field covered top of the head of the Slitheen inside. Jeffery reached his arms over to the face of the skin suit, which was now being wrinkled and contorted Kist pulled it downward. Kist pulled harder and harder, his Slitheen head twisting and squashing as it freed itself of the electric field compressing him in Jeffery's skin. The Slitheen Kist was loudly squelching and spluttering as he bulged and popped back to his hulking, full size form. Kist opened his alien eyes, and as the skin suit reached his mouth, he pulled hard on the face, yanking his head out from the compression of the skin suit. His neck stretched upwards as his head bounced into its full size. Kist growled and moaned in delight as his skin suit groaned and gurgled further down his chest. Pushing the suit lower, the skin reached his belly. With some effort, Kist forced the suit further and further over the plump, bulging curve of his stomach. As it reached the apex of his gut, he twisted his hulking green arms free from the suit and thrusted them upwards, creating just enough force for the skin suit to slither past his stomach and onto his legs - his big Slitheen belly happily bouncing itself free from the compression. Kist let out one final fart before shuffling the skin suit past his butt, which freed the suit fully. The skin plopped abruptly to the floor, the crumpled face of Jeffery sitting scruffily on top.
"Ahhhhh..." Kist Slitheen moaned in delight and pleasure, triumphantly stepping slowly out of the skin suit. "God that feels so good!" he proudly exclaimed before kicking the suit to one side carelessly with his large green foot. Glune had watched the whole thing with pride and envy. The envy quickly disappeared as Glune knew it was his turn. He loudly and callously pushed out his remaining farts and followed Kist in peeling back the zip on his forehead, freeing the Slitheen inside. Like Kist, Glune let out some final farts before forcing the skin suit past his butt, liberating his entire body from the compression field. "Ohhh..." Glune flexed his arms and groaned in delight before slowly stepping out the skin suit pile on the floor and kicking it to one side.
"Oh, that's so much better." Kist said, still revelling in the relief of being naked. "I might have to put up with the gas exchange, but God it feels good to get out of that stupid skin!"
"If only we had some humans to hunt..." uttered Glune, punctuating his sentence with a primal growl.
Amidst the sound of the machine chugging away, the two Slitheen heard an unnatural whirring noise. Kist turned around, lowering his body and readying the claws at the end of his muscular arms. The door of the secret room was opening! Maybe it was a stupid human who decided to hang around after home time, he thought, delighting in the idea that a hunt might soon begin. Kist and Glune growled in excited anticipation.
The door opened fully, and Carl, a short, fat boy stepped inside. He waddled to the middle of the room and stood before the two Slitheen angrily. "Hey, what are you doing!?" he exclaimed before letting out a loud fart. Kist lowered his arms in quiet disappointment. "If you two get to be naked, then I get to let out the gas exchange!" Carl demanded, pooting and parping between words. He clumsily raised his wide, chubby foot and weakly stomped the ground.
Glune looked at Carl with awkward guilt. Glune knew he had broken both of his rules: don't let out your gas unless you have to, and don't be naked until it's time. "I think I was too hasty making these rules," Glune replied.
"Well why didn't you tell me I could fart!" said Carl. BLARRTTT! PBBRRTT. A stream of loud farts emitted from Carl's butt. "Ugh, it feels so good to let it out..."
"You mean... you enjoy the gas exchange?" Glune replied in confusion.
"Yes! It's the closest feeling I can get to being naked in the school day. Not that the humans appreciate it..." Carl replied.
"Well, son..." began Kist, "it's not the school day anymore." Kist giggled with excitement at his son, who was stood uncomfortably in the umimpressive, fat body of a human.
Carl said nothing and grinned mischeviously, ripping another shameless wet fart before stretching his arms upwards and pulling the zip on his forehead. The other two Slitheen watched in awe and delight as Carl peeled back his head, revealing Korst Gogg Thek Slitheen. Korst swiftly pulled the face of Carl downwards, freeing his head from the skin suit. Korst was smaller than Carl, so the skin suit effortlessly rippled and plopped to the floor. Korst's body quickly enlarged and acclimated to its new size, accompanied by the sound of his green skin squelching. "Ahhh..." Carl moaned, sharing the same liberating delight his father and uncle had.
The three Slitheen stood proudly in a triangle, each one flexing their limbs and muscles, enjoying the full range of motion and the freedom of being outside of the compression fields. Each Slitheen growled and moaned in pleasure and delight.
The trio were so distracted with the sensation of being naked, they even didn't notice the machine destabilising hell behind them.