Seeing the opening to an alleyway, you walk quickly out of sight. With your rat tail now tucked into your pants, you hope no one will realize you are contaminated by the mutagen. To be more accurate, you hope no one sees you at all until you reach the blockade.
Your tail tickles the back of your leg as you march forward, but the sheer shock of growing a tail is enough to keep you from giggling to its touch.
Now well into the alleyway, you hear a soda can fall from a nearby trash can. Peering behind, you gasp and turn to face several large males. No longer human, the mutants stare at you with a wicked smile across their faces. Fate playing a sick joke on you or something, you realize they are all rat men. From their long round ears, their rat snouts, their fur covered bodies, their claw like hands and legs, their longer thicker tails, and their mutated rat manhoods. Deciding to discard their clothes, spare their black leathery jackets, you can tell exactly what’s on their minds. The air goes foul with the smell of their members leaking mutagen juices from their erections.
“Well well well, isn’t this the cutest sight we’ve seen all day boys,” the largest rat says stepping forward. Sniffing the air, he smiles before saying, “Oh, she’s been a naughty girl today. Mmm… wait, but not just a girl. She’s had a run in with some mutagens too!”
The other rats chuckle as though knowing you must be an easy target from your mutagens.
Almost reacting to the rat men, your tail squirms and wiggles in your pants. Finding a weak spot in your pant’s seam, it splits right through the seam and hangs naked in the air; a perfect tail hole made by your tail.
Seeing you are a perfect species match for them, some of the lesser rat men start playing with themselves; their eyes fixed on your butt and tail.
“Oh yes, I’m liking what I’m seeing. Come here sweety. I’ll make you feel real good,” the larger rat man says taking off his jacket, naked as he walks towards you.