The temptation is just too great to ignore, plunging your fingers deep within your sweltering temple stroking as carefully as possible yet just as urgent needing that sweet carnal release. The copious thoughts of rutting with another mouse burns in your mind longing to have a male mount and hump you rotten already, squealing your lust calling for that mystery rodent. You feel your body writhe and twitch, your limbs starting to swell and reshape into feral form making it difficult to stay afloat in all this calamity. You hastily climb out of the pool and crawl onto dry cool marble land, a puddle forming around you as your wet fur drips off.
Your primal lust suddenly heightens, just the mere thoughts of mating enough to stimulate your hot aching sex to near its climax. You start to rise onto your paws without slipping too much ready to orgasm, ready to accept your feral transition.
However; despite falling heavy into your rodent lust, you manage to cling to your human thoughts. You can't stop your body from its pleasurable release, perhaps not even from becoming a full-fledged mouse. Yet you realize you have more mental will reserved than you expected. You desperately start to focus on your memories, ones dear to you that help you hold onto your humanity even as your bones crunch and flesh pull feeling your feminine figure remold into a feral rodent. Sexual pleasure in being a mouse exist...but you fight to keep your thoughts and memories your own even as you finally succumb to your orgasm. You cry out, the bathroom echoing your piercing squeal of pleasure, trembling and falling back into the small puddle.
Some minutes pass before you can gather any energy and strength to want to stand, limbs and paws weary. You utter a chuckle as you feel your afterglow still warm within nearly tempted to explore your petals once more before remembering why your body has now changed completely into a proper mouse. Admittedly; it doesn't feel quite bad having a fully rodent body, though part of you do miss the supple curves and pillowy bosoms that made you a respectable woman.
And then it dawns on you an amazing truth. You...you're still thinking, still existing. You sense compelling animal instinct wanting to drive you to forage and mate and nest, instinct that doesn't feel that unreasonable to follow, but you can at least resist enough and stay in control of your actions. You remember who you are still and, as much as you don't mind being a mouse, you need to found out how to change back before it really becomes too late.
A slow squeal from the bathroom door hinges hit perked rounded ears drawing your attention. You patter carefully towards the edge of the sink countertop scurrying low to keep yourself as hidden as possible peeking over. Your animal sense of smell immediately detects a familiar scent before you lay your beady eyes on the creature moving below, the reason for both your predicament and your lust (you assume). Searching below is your mystery rodent, a male mouse sniffing and darting his gaze about as if searching. For you, maybe?
This is your chance to get some answers. Is this seemingly feral male mouse your magical culprit, or have you not been aware of a secret pest living in your walls? He doesn't seem too bright or special to be some sort of warlock in disguise, though you do get a odd sense that something is not right. You also realize that another wave of arousal quickly tingles at your heat, the heady musk of the male's own arousal this close not doing you any favors. You're not certain if you can withstand another bombardment of animal lust without succumbing to simple feral mentality.
How you decide to handle your next move is closing fast, the male mouse standing erect and sniffing frantically seemingly about to lift its gaze up to the countertop.