Before he could take action, enormous knobbly fingers wrapped around him, dangerous looking nail-claws inches from his chest. Eric was lifted into the air nauseatingly fast, like the world's worst amusement park ride, held aloft next to Lisa's smiling face. At this size, he could see every horrifying detail, every crevice, every whisker on her rattish countenance. Another giant finger probed between his naked legs like a pool noodle, fondling his balls roughly. Her monstrous tongue slipped out of her mouth and ran along her lip.
"Look what you did to me," Lisa boomed. Eric was suddenly lowering, watching her rows of teats dart past like floors on an elevator. "No, no, no no no," he whimpered, seeing where this was going. The hand holding him shifted around, cupping him like a reclining chair with spikes below his feet.
In front of him was a gaping, glistening cooch almost as tall as he was. Thick fur was matted all around it, from her tangled bush above to her thighs on either side. Two fingers reached down and spread the lips wide, strings of translucent goo clinging between them. A drop oozed out of her exposed urethra and dribbled toward her pulsating vaginal opening. Her clitoris was erect -- Eric probably could've done a pull-up off of it. Heat radiated from the massive pussy, and the smell was overpowering...and a little intoxicating.
Without warning, Eric careened forward, his naked body mashed into Lisa's cunt with a wet splap. He was terrified, violently ill, and aroused all at once. His cheek met her warm clit, the rest of him wedged into her crevice. Her hand ran him up and down along her vag, coating him in her juices, and he heard a soft moan from above. Finally she slid him out of the wet sleeping bag, leaving him slightly battered and sputtering for air.
"Mmm, now there's a thought I'll have to keep in mind for later," Lisa purred.
Before he could catch his breath, the wind was knocked out of him again as he landed on soft paper bedding...very familiar paper bedding. Lisa had dropped him into the rat cage! He got up and stumbled over to the bars. Lisa was already on her knees, stroking Tomtom's dick.
"Watch and learn," she said with a wink. "You're going to be doing this before too long, so maybe you can pick up a few pointers on how to pleasure this bad boy." It was clear she'd gotten the hang of it herself, as the rat's head was tilted back, eyes closed in deep satisfaction.
A rustling from behind drew Eric's attention, and to his horror he remembered who else currently occupied the cage. He whirled around, face to face with his mother-turned-rat. She was slightly larger than him, and certainly fatter. As he noted before, there was no indication that the rodent before him had ever been human, other than the color of the fur on her head which gave the impression of his mother's hair. She stared at him with dark eyes, sniffing him carefully through a twitching nose. Was anything of his mother's mind left in this form?
Eric realized there wasn't, when she awkwardly shuffled around and presented her hindquarters to him. She turned her head and looked back at him expectantly. Eric wailed in panic and dismay.
"Ugh, what is it now?" came Lisa's voice from across the room, aggravated. She stomped over to the cage and put her hands on her hips. "Mommy dearest wants a little attention, is that all? You could just give her what she wants while you still can. But fine. Do you want her in, or out?"