Bound...THUMP! Bound...THUMP!
John settled into the slick warm confines of Carrie's pouch - with each hop, he could feel himself pulled deeper and deeper into the his moth - his wife's pouch.
He couldn't see it, of course, but with each hop, John was looking more and more like the cartoon roo who was giving him a ride. His sneakers and socks had vanished away to make room for his new larger paws. His pants had rolled up into a pair of loose denim shorts, which had room for the long, thick tail that was growing out behind him.
Carrie looked down at John and smiled, a rush of new thoughts about the critter in he pouch filling her head. He looked less like her husband and more like a gangly teen now, with long toon roo ears having replaced his tiny, useless, human versions.
Bound...THUMP! Bound...THUMP!
Soon the pouch lip came all the way up to his armpits. John grinned as the bounding continued - it was getting more and more exciting as Carrie became more confident. His dress shirt was gone, he was wearing a plain red t-shirt with a truck now, and the shorts had pulled up into a pair of short overalls.
His face pulled out into a muzzle and the last of his pink human skin was covered but the soft brown tones of a joey. He squirmed deeper, not quite aware of the change as he felt his mom land one last time.
"We're here Johnny!"
John peeked out of the pouch to see...