"Out, please," Eric groaned. "I can't stand to see my mother this way..."
"Done," said Lisa, plucking his mother out of the cage. "Hell, I get it. No distractions while we put on a show for you. But that goes for you too! No more interruptions!"
She dropped his mother onto the carpet. The fat rat spun around, surveying the room with some confusion, before darting out of the bedroom door. Lisa slammed it shut behind her.
"NO!" Eric cried in shock. Lisa stared daggers at him."No, really! How could you DO that?! That's my mother! Change her back!"
"Oh, hush," said Lisa dismissively. "She'll be fine. Plenty of food in the groceries she brought home, and she'll find a nice hole somewhere to hide in, maybe even get lucky and find you a new daddy."
He couldn't believe she was being so callous about this. The sweet, caring girl he had known was truly gone, mind warped irreversibly by the Chronivac. "Lisa...she's a complete rat now. If she makes her way to the wrong room...there are cleaning products that could kill her. We have traps set up in the garage, there might even be a few in the kitchen we forgot about..."
"What?!" Now it was Lisa's turn to get indignant. Her fur bristled. "How could you not tell me about this sooner? You want us to raise a family in this house, and you've set up booby traps that could kill our children? What is wrong with you?"
"I never wanted this!" Eric wailed. "This wasn't my idea at all!"
"You're going to take care of this," she spat. While he helplessly protested, she grabbed him by the legs, dragged him out of the cage upside-down, and deposited him on the floor. His massive bedroom door swung open in front of him, and a hand forcefully scooped him out into the hallway.
The sight of a 30 foot tall rat girl glowering above him wasn't something Eric had ever expected to experience, yet here he was, cowering under the tower of animalistic femininity that had once been his girlfriend.
"You're taking care of every trap out there, and not coming back until this house is safe," she thundered from the doorway. "I don't care how you do it. You can trigger them yourself for all I care." She thrust a claw back inside the room. "I'm staying here and getting plowed by this rat until my cunt is raw. I don't want to see hide nor hair of you for at least 24 hours."
The door slammed shut, the force of which bowled Eric over. He stood up gingerly and brushed himself off. Being slathered in vaginal juices and then thrown onto dirty carpet had left him somewhat the worse for wear.
He took stock of the situation. There he stood, tiny, naked, standing at the top of his staircase. His mother was nowhere in sight. To some extent, he'd gotten what he wanted: a reprieve from his girlfriend's lust-fueled plans. He could simply leave -- maybe life at 10 inches tall wouldn't be so bad. He could try to call the police, or find another way into his room to use the Chronivac when Lisa wasn't looking. Or he could actually go find the traps before his mother stumbled across them. Or...
Eric shuddered and refused to dwell on the other thoughts intruding on his mind. Not now. Not yet.