Even before the last few dribbles were out, his cock was shrinking and balls pulling up painfully under his clenched asshole.
"Pleeeease, no," he squealed in a voice that was pitching up but was soft from the shrinking lungs and mouth. Tom's cock shrunk away in the growing feminine and rodent cunt, soon with grey hairs sprouting all around it. He shrank more, his shirt now becoming a cavern to his old smell which his newer nose could pick up. That he could get smell his own sex was the most troubling.
Nipples sprouted but were covered by the coming wave of fur that prickled all over him. He clawed desperately for his shirt, trying to prevent what was becoming of him but the pull was too great. He squeaked and Tom was nothing more that a great female rat lump in his old clothes.