You start to gradually shuffle towards the male mouse hiding his gloom behind grasp paws pulling at the tip of his tail. The scent of his arousal continues to leave you bothered but you manage to keep your head clear and focused, balling your rodent fingers into a fist and staying away from below your stomach as you stand side by side. You lean in to steal the male mouse's spaced gaze to the floor catching him by surprised to see you suddenly next to him, attentive and curious to listen to more of his story. You nod to confirm this.
"R-right...how are we victims?" The male mouse rubs the tip of his tail habitually as he explains. "I think you became cursed like I am...by a witches spell. I don't know how you ran into this trouble, but you seem to be taking this better than I did at the start."
You find his assumption debatable. Yes; you did desire a fantasy of becoming a mouse, but considering how scary its becoming nearly losing yourself to simple animal thoughts without your memories you are not quite certain how you feel about your affliction now. You dart your eyes from him as your awkward answer.
"Anyways; I wound up falling for the wrong woman. She turned out to be a witch. Everything was fine at first...until I found out about her evil practices. She said she cursed me before suddenly vanishing from my life in an instant, her apartment vacant like she never existed. I thought she was bluffing when nothing out of the ordinary happened after. That was...until I started having erotic thoughts. Primal ones. Rodent ones."
The mere mention of his allusion plays with your loins momentarily squeezing your hindquarters together, hiding the faint warm blush coming over you. The male mouse happens to take notice but chooses not to do anything or say anything to quell those feelings, though he keeps his beady gaze turned away bashfully.
"It was...disturbing, having this growing lust to want to have sex so intensely...with mice of all things. My dreams, my waking thoughts became plagued with desires to mate like an animal. The more I indulged these damning urges the more I took notice at my own behaviors, crawling around my floor, sensitive to smells and sounds, attracted to any rodent scent nearby. Within the first week I started to notice physical changes, fur sprouting over my skin, my ears growing large and wide, and this tail gaining inches with every...well, any time I needed to relieve myself."
You listen very attentively to the male mouse's story...perhaps picturing to vividly what he was going through. It harkens back to your own private days and nights letting yourself fantasize of becoming a mouse and the potential sexual awakening it brings, though in your case you chose to want it. He certainly didn't seem to share the same desire, yet it was hard not imagine him enjoying the primal climaxes he must have felt when the need came. You can imagine those nights he must of had, squealing in confused pleasure as he rubbed one out and shed his humanity more and more becoming the rather handsome mouse he is today.
"By month's end, I was more mouse than human. I barely recognized myself in the mirror. I couldn't go outside anymore without anyone freaking out at my appearance. I couldn't even wear most of my clothes having lost almost half my size. And then...instincts started to kick in. I started to forget who I was and wound up acting more like a simple mouse at some point. I don't really remember when it happened. All I know is some months have past since then and I've been living in your closet, in a hole in the wall I must have made making a nest. After that, I've been trying to keep a hold of my senses and memories praying they won't slip again, trying to stay quiet and not disturb you before I can go out and forage...well, "borrow" some of your food."
That might explain why you find some food items disappearing around the kitchen, or small tears in bags and boxes that seem oddly repaired if you ever noticed them at all. So this male mouse has been living in your house for how knows how long only recently gotten his memories and personality back? Does that mean it won't be permanent if you were to accidentally (or purposely) embrace your rodent instincts and lust?
Does that mean...it could be fine if you two were to finish your little moment of feral passion? All his talk (and odd focus) on his curse has stirred your unyielding heat once more making it difficult not to want to brush up against the male mouse and cuddle. Mixing in his own lingering sexual musk hidden behind his yanked tail your willpower feels like it is about to crack, swollen pink petals glistening wet from your own arousal heightening; rodent pheromones clouding. The male mouse finally turns his weary eyes back to you showing the same lustful enchantment as you do nearly seeing the red blush burning under each other's furry cheeks.
But something still doesn't sit well with you. His story feels like there are some minor or major holes that hasn't been addressed, or seems to convenient to be true. What about the Pentagram under your bed? His heady sexual musk basking over the symbols? He says a witch cursed him...but could he be the actually witch cursing you?
"M-miss?" you hear the male mouse utter softly, the black pools of his rodent eyes growing more hypnotic the longer you stare back. You feel if he doesn't make a move you might do so yourself and risk becoming a full-fledged mouse again...unless you still have any reservations regarding his tale.