Eric's mind raced, but felt like it was caught in a holding pattern. This is what the Chronivac had done to his girlfriend? Turned her into some sort of depraved sex fiend, obsessed with breeding an animal and popping out rat babies? He never thought a few days of kinky fun would turn out this much of a terrifying disaster.
And her plans for him...sliding him down his own pet's urethra, turning him into cum? The thought overwhelmed him with nausea. Ultimately re-forming within Lisa, as a rat -- a process which undoubtedly wouldn't be reversible, and would alter his mind forever -- squeezed out of her womb, breastfeeding at one of her teats...even as he was horrified, why did the idea sound slightly arousing? He shuddered.
While his mind reeled, Lisa had laid Tomtom on the bed next to him and quietly worked him out of his clothes. Eric was so lost in his contemplation that he complied automatically, and the next thing he knew he was nude, watching her pert little ass saunter over toward the Chronivac, tail in the air.
"NO!" He exclaimed, and dashed toward the bedroom door. He was leaving this insanity behind, once and for all.
Lisa looked up and spoke, her voice perfectly serene. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Eric screeched to a halt on the landing outside his room, one hand still on the doorframe. "W-what do you mean? Listen, I'm not taking any part in this. You're insane, and if you think for one second..."
"You're already turning into cum," she interrupted.
"WHAT?!" Eric looked down and took stock of himself, prodding his chest, his hips...
She sighed. "No, not yet, I told you it was going to take a while. But if you leave now, you're not going to be fertilizing anyone's eggs. You'll splatter in the middle of nowhere and end up as a useless cumstain."
"W-what...?" he said again, slowly. His legs were trembling.
Lisa met him in the doorway. She smiled up at him and brushed his cheek gently with her claws. "You're a bullet," she purred. "You need to be loaded into the chamber so you can be used for the task you were made for. Otherwise, all that will be left is a spent shell casing."
Eric gulped. Was she even telling the truth? Could the Chronivac do something like that?
"Listen though, it's no skin off my nose." She turned and waved a hand in the air dismissively. "I'm telling you this as a favor because I care about you. Choose quickly, because this rat's filling me up with baby batter tonight, with or without you in the mix."