Here's the second part of the transformation! It's just a bit of fat, nothing too bad, right?

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Location: [Redacted]
Date: March 27th, 1959
Patient: Vlas Morozov
Weight: 256 pounds
Height: 5’7



Report:

On the 16th, I injected Morozov with the serum, leading to no immediately noticeable changes, aside from a strange glint in his eyes. Although his body was previously unable to digest any sort of meat, within two days he was able to eat a meal of purely beef. This was far better than any of us could have ever expected, but the changes did not stop there. Although he had previously been eating a typical three meals per day, Morozov is now able to pack away five hearty meals with ease, usually consisting of sizeable portions of beef, pork, and chicken. The robotic chefs have been using more and more material as time goes on, with two pigs and three chickens being completely expended yesterday.

His dietary changes have had a notable effect on his body, his midsection currently resembling a seriously overinflated ball. Although his stomach feels semi-soft, it is still surprisingly resistant to prods, with his abominable muscles still clearly visible on his stuffed stomach. Although Morozov is often observed exercising in his chamber, his muscles have grown at an alarming rate, particularly around his arms. In addition, his hands have developed claws, a trait never before seen on any equine. Although they are currently subtle, I am unsure if they will stay this way or not. Personally, I think that all of this is [Redacted.]

When I went in to ask the man about his experience, he was in the middle of devouring a large, freshly prepared plate of steak and broccoli. Seeing him chow through all of that made me strangely nervous, as well as... excited, in a way. I reassured myself that nothing could happen, as my colleges were on the other side of the one-way mirror on one end of the white room. Although there was a table, Morozov chose to eat on his bed, using both his stomach and one hand as a makeshift surface to balance his plate on. Ignoring this oddity, I asked Morozov how exactly he was feeling. He claims that he felt somewhat queasy after injection, but it faded with enough time. Recently, he claims to have been feeling quite pleasant, largely due to his amazement at the taste of meat.

When questioned about his stomach, he gave me an odd look, before saying that he felt initially displeased with it, but felt rather indifferent towards it now. He claims that it feels almost natural to have heft around his middle, as though it were always there. He then said something... strange. He looked at me, hunger plainly visible in his eyes.

With an odd smirk, he put his hand on my shoulder, saying, "You know, I'm actually feeling good about it, really, really good. In fact, I'd really say you really ought to try. Perhaps then you'd look a bit less glum!" Although I could have signaled for security at any time, I didn't.

However, I politely declined his offer, saying, "Sir, thank you for the comment, but tigers have no need for this treatment. It is impossible for us to have such a deficiency."

Although this experiment has been going well so far, I must admit that I have some concerns about the physical developments of Morozov. This serum seems to be affecting him far more than expected, even with a single dosage. My colleges seem to be eager to inject the horse again, yet I have strongly advised against it. Time will tell how this debacle plays out.



Note extracted from the private journal of [Redacted]:

After I declined, the muscle-bound horse shrugged before returning to his meal. As I left the room, I found myself glancing at the equine, strange thoughts clouding my mind. My eyes were drawn to his stomach, in particular. Perhaps it was his manufactured British accent, or maybe it was my trusting nature... but strangely enough, I found myself contemplating his recommendation. It is taking a great deal of willpower to prevent myself from doing something brash.