Mary, now somewhat feline, has the urge to play with a mouse. A grin creeps across her inflatable lips as she finds the right vial and dumps a third into the waiting glass. Mary adds a thick serving of chocolate milk to mask the taste of the potions. She stirs the concoction up with a spoon and giddily bounces back to the front room where a frantic looking Brett sits.
Mary offers the spiked drink to Brett. "You look like you could use something to drink there, hon." Mary grins at Brett. Not sure quite what to do, Brett takes the glass of chocolate milk and takes a sip. "Mmmmm.... good!" Brett lies.
A glare comes over Mary, "Well, drink it up, then." Brett, suddenly unnerved by the icy glare coming from the inflatable tigergirl towering over him, drinks the rest of the milk down. Once down, Mary takes the glass and sets it on a small table next to the sofa. With a grin and her gleeful mood back, Mary bounces into an armchair across from the sofa to watch the changes.
"OK, now what?" Brett asks. "Just wait," Mary responds. As if on cue, Brett begins to change. His body swells to form the epitome of male-hood. Rugged, and muscled, Brett becomes a very handsome man. But, just as he begins his change into a man's man, the mouse potion does it's work.
Brett's ears suddenly swell up, flattening and rounding out. Mary giggles as two huge pink mouse ears inflate on the side of Brett's human head. Brett, startled at the sudden change, raises his hands to feel his suddenly rubbery and inflated mouse ears. The rest of his body follows suit, gaining a sheen as he becomes rubbery and inflatable. His skin, once a peach color, begins to slowly turn brown except on his belly which is turning white.
His nose turns a bright pink and pops out even as he grows a long muzzle. His ears move up to the top of his head, and six long rubbery whiskers sprout on each side of his twitching nose. A sharp pain has Brett standing up and turning around as a long, pink and inflatable tail grows right out behind him. Lastly, his hands and feet merge into paw-like appendages.
Within fifteen minutes, Brett has changed into an inflatable mouse guy. He stands there, bewildered and rubbing his paws against his muzzle in a most mouse-like gesture.
Mary, a devious light in her eyes, watches the transformation finish. She suddenly realizes that she is purring!
"Ummm? Wh...Wha...What have y...you...you done to me?" Brett's once masculine voice has gained a higher stuttering quality, befitting his mouse form.
"Why, I've made myself a playmate," Mary responds with a grin.