I felt suddenly very dizzy and the Madame had to help me keep my footing. Her around around my shoulders, she wasn't put off by it but rather amused. I winced, feeling a tickle down my spine that was now bulging at the back of my jeans. What had I gotten myself into?
"Looks like Jerry's tail is coming in, folks," Madame announced, turning me around around so my faced the crowd. Bending me over, I was too uneasy to stop her but the tightness in my pants only grew. I bit my teeth and tried to make more room for whatever it was that was squirming at my ass but it wasn't enough. I yelped when they finally ripped open and the long, ropy appendage hung free.
I looked back, not quite believing that that was really my tail. When I looked up at Madame, my eyes crossed when I saw my nose wiggling out more and whiskers sprouting from my cheeks.
Madame made a face of mock disgust. "Gross! A rat!" and like that pushed me onto the floor to applause and laughter.
I tried to get up and got as far as hands and knees when I feel nauseous again. It's hard to focus and I look down to get my barrings. My hands look odd; hairy and my fingers longer with strange darker nails. I started to panic, heaving and trying to speak but only squeaks came out. My nose scrunched before pinking and pushing outward away from my eyes. With every breath I felt like my body was losing mass and not only that, with the room appearing bigger and my clothes looser, I was shrinking to.
This was real.
I was becoming a rat...
"Forever," I heard her whisper as she brushed the human hair from my head between my more rodent like ears.
"One less ratty person in the world is a good thing, right?" she asked the crowd, getting a series of claps and cheers while I felt my teeth sharpen and pants slip off my thinned waist along with my boxers. My balls had swollen between my legs, filled with ratty seed while I could only try to speak.
I should have stayed home tonight. Instead I'm going to be a rat for the rest of... of... oh boy it's hard to think.
"Let's all say goodbye to ol' Jerry then," Madame said, waving down at me and even blowing me a kiss as I shrunk into my shirt.
I could hardly string two thoughts together and I realized this was a body and mind sort of change. Was I really a rat? I could smell my old human smell in my shirt and there wasn't anything about it but these thoughts, of scrounging and mating and, fuck, should I just let it happen? What's the use in fighting.
I felt the prickle of fur all over and my rodent member was red and raging under me.
Fuck it. No bills or loans or anything. You win, rat.
The human conversation around me began to sound a blur of noise and the scents around me were alive.
I squeak and scurry away, the rat I was.