Your thoughts start to calm as you take into account what just happened, turning your head and examining your changed form having become much more mouse than human. You lift off your hand; your rodent forepaws rising on your haunches as you look down your chest and belly stroking your soft fur. Your muzzle stretches into a warm smile gliding your fingers through your pelt, brushing the feral curves of your animal body still in disbelief yet giddily content all the same.
You're a mouse. You don't know how it happened but this is your new reality; your new you. And it feels as good as you hoped.
Your paws caress over your chest, squealing in disappointment that your supple breasts has shrunken with your body receded into barely visible mounds under your fur. But as your clawtipped fingers run down your belly you quiver in carnal delight, tracing your padded paws back over the new small yet sensitive teats that have blossomed around your abdomen. Animal breasts...this is normal. You wouldn't think they feel swollen like this considering you have no offspring to feed, yet you don't mind as groping them stirs your arousal onward nearly toppling backward as your paws fondle your tiny beastly pillows.
You end up lying back upon the floor anyway, narrow maw agape squealing softly in pleasure as your thick rodent legs curl and spread. I dazedly peer down yourself between your thighs and remember how hot and bothered your feminine loins had gotten during your primal embrace and transformation. It gradually becomes almost too much to ignore anymore as you rock your hips and thrust your sex, moaning distressingly as the fantasy of being taken by a pretty and endowed mouse or rat flood your mind.
Your paws reach down past your teats hoping to relieve the need, yet your shorten forelimbs make it difficult to hook any of your fingers past your folds let alone feel safe scratching your insides with your claws. I nearly give up ready to writhe in unyielding lust before considering another option, one that twitches and curl back between your legs as if answering your call. You eye the tip of your tail tapping your belly and snatch it pulling its length further back, feeling the thicker end closer to its base riding between the slick slit of your sex.
Yes; that feels good, feels close to what you crave. You loosen your tug before repeating the pull motioning slowly at first, taking in the bliss of stimulation carefully. As your coordination gets better you start to increase your pace, rocking your furry waist in tandem to heighten the experience. The tail's length starts to slip deeper between your cleft in time squealing intensely as you feel it rubbing along the sweltering walls of your feminine temple. All the while the images of rodent studs mounting and humping their stiff rods inside you wildly play out in your mind, a free paw reaching back for your teats groping aimlessly to build your ecstasy higher.
Oh yes; you feel like a good mouse. So horny and ready to mate, to be bred. To be filled with the liquid pride of your rodent studs. You need this; you needed this all your life.
The fire within your center expands throughout your furry body stretched out shuddering, your head cocked back gasping shutting your eyes tight. Your tail and thighs become wet spilling your climax feeling more trickle as you pull your appendage's length out from yourself letting it rest and squirm on the floor much like you are doing. You roll onto your side and gather your panting breath listening to your racing heart, unable to wipe the smile from your muzzle as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm.
So bizarre; sexual fulfilled in the form of a mouse longing for rodent needs. But this was the path you chose, and despite the release you feel things could only progress from here, though you don't know how just yet.