Lisa had been right. Changes made before breaking or turning off a Chronivac remained post smashing of his computer. Every day he regretted being so impulsive more and more. Lisa had been thorough in her changes. Eric couldn't speak about her, about Tomtom, about his mother, and any attempt to invite someone over always ended with him unwillingly making up excuses to stop them.
The spoken word wasn't the only banned form of communication. Eric found it impossible to write about it, or communicate in any way about what was going on in his house; and what a depravity that was. He even tried not returning, spending a night in a hotel. He even got as far as booking, but he still turned around, body unwilling and returned home that night to spend the evening with his rat girlfriend. Not that Lisa was his girl at this stage.
Lisa spent almost every waking moment sucking off little Tomtom in an effort to consume more and more rat semen, feeding her changing body. Though Tomtom was still only rat sized, Lisa's changes to increase his semen production and make it near limitless was still in place. From morning till evening she noshed on his little rat pecker, sometimes jilling herself off, sometimes just idly bumbling around Eric's house.
All sense of human etiquette and decorum had passed from Lisa as the days went on. Her clothes had been abandoned since day one, she spent all of her time naked walking around the house, trailing rat fur and dander everywhere. but that wasn't the worst. Since she began turning into a rat, Lisa had become quite the squirter. Every time she masturbated, which was incessant, she would invariably leave a trail of musty smelly grool behind. Eric was finding her cum stains everywhere. Every piece of upholstery, all over carpets, on beds, on tiles, even once all over a bundle of carrots taken from the pantry. He initially pleaded with her to stop, she only laughed at him, and remarked that she preferred the smell of the love that Tomtom brought to her than the smell of Eric and his home; she then bared her dribbling pussy at him laughing and asking him if he wanted a go. Eric declined. Eric tried his best to clean up after Lisa after that, but it was a losing battle. The house was becoming a cum stained rat's nest faster than he could clean, and it smelled like it. Lisa also refused to wash, instead taking to licking herself clean, which was a sight to behold, and made the whole house stink like rat sex, something that Eric didn't think he'd ever have become aquainted with.
The worst though, was the lack of privacy. Lisa made sure that every waking moment that Eric spent in the house, was spent in her presence. Her presence, and Tomtom's. When he woke, she was in the bed beside him, grinding on a pillow, sucking off Tomtom, "Mmmm-ing" at every one of his squirts. When he went to the bathroom to shower, she would clamber up onto the toilet standing over the rim, relieving herself, then would lie down, double-over and lick herself clean. When he was on the toilet she would sit on the ground in front of him, fully bared, loudly masturbating. When he ate breakfast cereal, she would walk around, rat cock in mouth rubbing her grooling pussy off every utensil she could bet her knobbly hands on. School was blessed relief, but the torment continued every day on his return. Attempts to watch TV were rendered useless as she would attempt to grind his leg. Books were chewed through. Cooking was interrupted by constant requests to add "Tomtom batter" to everything, and every night, after going to bed, Lisa's smelly ratty form would craw into the bed beside him and offer to fuck him. He always refused, though part of him still pined for his girlfriend, and though it became harder and harder to stave off her advances, no doubt due to the implemented Chronivac changes Lisa had placed on him, his revulsion at her constantly changing body had held him at bay so far.
The way Lisa was now, had he not known it was her, he wouldn't have been able to tell. She stood only three and a half foot tall. her crown still sporting scraggly blond hair, with large pink hairless rat ears sticking from it. Her face had pushed forward further into its muzzle, incisors growing longer. Whiskers and brown fur now fully covered her head and neck. Her arms, back and shoulders all were coated in thick fur, only parts of her chest and belly were still hairless with leathery skin, though sporting her sagging 8 teats now with blackened nips. Her legs, thighs and ass were all also fully furred. Only her clawed feet, hands and long tail remained hairless on the rest of her body. Her feet had stretched, turning her legs digitgrate, though her posture was still upright.
Two weeks this had been going on. Two weeks, and Eric lay in bed. Rat girl behind him spooning his upper back with her whole furry torso. Claw from one hand digging into his shoulder, the other no doubt causing the source of her moaning. Eric was going crazy, he just didn't understand anymore.
"Lisa?" He braved. She "mmm'd". "You ready fuck me?". Good god, even her voice sounded different now, More scratchy, high pitched.
"I don't understand Lis'"
"Don't unnnerstand wha?" She replied. Eric had noted some degradation in her speech in the past few days. He shuddered at what that could mean.
"Why Lisa? Why this? I never changed your mind to want to turn into a rat, just to be more okay with the idea of fucking animals. How did this happen?"
There was a pause, even the shuffling of her masturbation stopped.
"I know why. I tell you, but you have to do me first."
Eric sighed, exasperated. "Lisa c'mon, don't play this game with me. I'm not going to fuck you."
She hissed, "You always say. But someday, you join me. But until then I not tell you."
Her speech really was deteriorating. Eric pondered for a moment. If this continued, she may not be able to give him an answer in the future. What then? Would he still be tied to two fucking rats? Forever not knowing what drove his girlfriend to it?