I turned to Runt with an idea. "We can change him back," I said, "but make a deal with him for the penthouse. He lets us live here or you change
him again."
"But why?" Runt shrugged, "I like him better this way. And we get this place anyway."
"Because I don't want to keep him prisoner."
Runt scrunched up his face. "Damn you," he grunted, "Making me do nice things."
He held the hamster in his palm and pulled on what must have been his tiny cock. Instantly, the rodent ballooned. The fur dissolved, his limbs
fleshed out and he fell to the floor, the large, fat, hairy man I knew. His name was Harry.
He sat on the nice pine floors, looking about himself, very confused. He looked at his hands, saw that he recognised them and let out a relieved
gasp. Then he looked up at Runt, and his humble pecker immediately sprang to attention. He flustered, trying to cover it.
"If it were up ter me," Runt told him, "You'd still be a hamster, but my housemate here wouldn't let me, so you've him to thank."
He glanced over at me. I suddenly realised I was still naked and just as hard as he was. He frowned. At that moment, my shoes walked in with
my sofa and planted it in the centre of the room.
"What's going on here?" Harry the Super-Intendant asked.
"We're moving in," Runt told him, "And you're going to let us live here, rent-free, or I'm going to turn you into something worse. Something that
crawls. And doesn't live very long."
Harry looked at Runt, struggling to digest what he was saying.
"Do you understand?"
"Huh"
"We live here, or I make you into fish food, understand?!"
Harry recoiled from Runt's tone, and nodded. "Sure, sure, whatever you say!"
"Good," Runt smiled, "Now bugger off."
Harry got to his feet and, hands covering his crotch, waddled out of the apartment.
"Thank you," I said to Runt, "You know, that's the first time you've ever done anything nice for me, without wanting something in return."
"Yeah, well," he shuffled his feet, "Maybe I like you."
I found myself smiling.